Holy Land

Kevin Michael Bloor

Oh Grecian maiden, take my hand
and guide me to your Holy Land,
where echoes from a time gone by,
before Olympus' gods did die

sound sweeter than a sacred song.
Responding, my poor heart will long
to sup, with you, the sweet sublime
of legendary love, from time

that Aphrodite walked ashore
and stumbled, new-born, still unsure.
When standing shadow-less and still,
unclothed, not feeling morning chill,

she opened goddess’ eyes with smile,
breathed out her beauty to beguile.
And gracing Grecian island sand,
her touch baptised it: Holy Land!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2021 04:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my love goddess, Lorraine
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 20
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments3

  • L. B. Mek

    'that Aphrodite walked ashore
    and stumbled
    new-born, still unsure.'
    loved the mythological details
    you utilised to add even more depth
    (a really enjoyable read
    thanks for sharing, dear poet)

  • Accidental Poet

    As you Kevin have baptized this glorious page and us your readers.

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful words Kevin.

    Andy



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