ATHENA’S FLUTE
Words expressed in sympathy
will not abate her suffering
nor ever thaw the frost sharp fear
which freezes empty souls.
No principles, no sacred laws,
no vestal fires to clear her woes
will ever ease her broken heart
in these her slipper years.
Impartial hands of death when served
will bear their own supremacy
and for eternity she’ll play
upon Athena’s flute
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Somehow a cartoon doesn't really sit comfortably with today's poem so something a bit different. Cartoons to resume tomorrow.
Beautiful emotive write Michael.
Like the artwork there is a great deal in it to see.
Thank you Andy - I guess that's where most us are - in our slipper years. At least I won't be inflicting the flute on anyone.
I enjoyed this very much. Wrenching description and a darker tone. This is good work.
Yes a dark tone from me today but I've got quite a catalogue of light verse so back to that tomorrow. Thanks for your kind comment Nicholas.
a fine write and pic M. We'll torment people - me singing, and Athena on her flute - for ever! lol.
Will Apollo be there too?
I could not find him. Someone said he took off in a rocket...ā¦. Miss Berles sell flutes in her shop?
No and I'm sure she would reflute the idea. She sells harps - her brother plays Trumpet Voluntary on a harp - gets quite strung up about it.
You got any lyres, or zithers, dulcimers, or cornets? - some Old Testament instruments. You may say 'Only ice cream cornets'. I dunno what they are exactly, those instruments.
They make noises which some people sort of jerk and twist their bodies to - they call it dancing - daft I calls it.
Let's rave, and rock and roll. Woof! Oh, Fido won't let me do anything 'exciting' or involving 'ardour'.
Oh I love a good drenching of unceasing woe in a morning.
Good job of it too.
Love the picture, I like the haziness of it, it somehow adds to the sense of loss or perhaps hopeless yearning, when placed next to the poem.
The use of shadows/shading ? and colour intrigued me and I wondered what of it.
The more I look at it the more melancholy I feel. Not sure that was what it was supposed to do or just mr channeling my inner demons!
Just an interesting approach to pen and wash - something different but sorry if it feeds the demons.
Oh Iām akways feeding them!
No need to apologise.
Without dark there is no light š
More than just super this little jewel - has to be one of your very best....... both in drawing, colour and first rate verse. - into my faves it goes .
Thank you so much Fay - I so much value your continuing support.
Aww, I don't feel like a drenching of unceasing woe meself (doh!). Maybe I will take a couple of them over-40 (?) pills to help out.
An umbrolly is quite useful - or a shield on a broom handle.
I think you have expressed the loneliness inside most people of great age who, prime long passed, exist in phases of reflection and waiting.
Depressing isn't it - anyway it's Friday and I've just posted something more upbeat and insightful
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