it needs to be about one of the 12 olympian gods and I would prefer if it was a cinquain poem.The best one I get will be given 10 points!
Do we make the poem up or does it have to already exist? The Grand Canyon By Zeus! Shout word of this To the eldest dead! Titans, Gods, Heroes, come who have once more A home! By Adelaide Crapsey. The Manas Press, Rochester, N.Y., 1915
This is an excerpt of Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero, a novel length, narrative poem by Marc Ladewig, soon to be published early in 2008. After Odysseus departs the isle of Calypso, Poseidon, the sea god, wreaks his raft and Odysseus swims for three days and nights. In desperation at his plight, Odysseus challenges Poseidon. Now hear my prayer, Sea God, or should I say my thought, because it has no plea or reverence. The gods I honor though I do not understand them, but you, Poseidon, Earth-Shaker, god that plagues me, listen to my words. Gods that harm mankind are demons, not divinities; only powerful, a man writ large, and so the defects all men have made monstrous in your evil heart that bears such malice now against my act of self-defense and desperation blinding Polyphemus. Here’s a thought, you vicious bully; make yourself a man and truly walk the earth until the hunger drives you. Feel as do your creatures feel and see how worthy of a soul you are. Insensate pig of a god, take this dare. Become a man like me. String your strong and curving bow and I’ll bring mine and meet me then upon the beach at sandy Pylos say. And then at fifty faces let our arrows fly. You balk, you coward god? A quaking heart, perhaps, Earth-Shaker? I know why you fear. If you could be a man you’d be a Hercules at least, but for all your skill, your luck would be your luck, and over that not even gods can change a thing. Against you, all the accidents of fate might run in my outlandish favor beyond control and skill. Bowstrings snap, fletchings come unglued in flight so arrows wobble off the mark, barbs deflect off buckles, a chance breeze may back my skill and blow my shaft into your evil heart. Come into the world of men, jackal hearted deity, where most things are beyond your reckoning and chance is mystery. Fight and kill or free poor Odysseus. My suffering can glean no grander end in waters cold and dark and far from land.”
Has anyone seen Apollo? I did over by the silo. Has anyone fallen in love because of Aphrodite? I did and it was mighty. Do we go to war because of Mars? or because we spend too much time in bars? You can finish the rest.
