A goddess went exploring
Into the frigid hearts of man.
Delving her way, and singing,
Finding a simple process,
Something they call osmosis.
Her light touch, easily found,
The part in them that was bound.
A frozen sliver cut them deep,
And she exhaled her spirit,
far inside, for them to keep.
Seasons passed by, so slowly.
A thaw growing like a rose,
Secretly, imbuing
A lost sense of renewing.
Poetry was lost to man.
Hope, languished in a cold maze
Of labyrinth proportions.
"Never give up Hope!" shouted
Loud, the warring emotions
Of Apollo, the sun god,
As he shook his spitting rod.
Hope, inside Pandora's box,
Had hidden from prying eyes,
The impenetrable locks
of its own making. No match
for the White Goddess' touch.
Softly, she whispered Hope's name.
Each playing their eternal game.
Hope settled in. Waiting its Queen.
The Lady sent a message
With a bumble bee, unseen,
unnoticed, it buzzed straight in.
Never blinded, it flew true
Traversing its way inside
Its message never denied.
Hope sprang forth ready and able.
The sacrificial lamb at play.
Ripe to continue its fable.
Hope shocked the warring emotions,
Who ground it beneath their feet.
Goose stepping and picking up speed
They interspersed Hope's sweet seed.
Hope rooted itself deeply,
A red sacrificial rose
Secretly, imbuing love
In lyrics set to compose
From pen strokes of a poet.
The White Goddess smiled sweetly,
"Tonight you're mine completely."
This poem was inspired by Robert Graves', The White Goddess.
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