"mythic greenhouse / hinge‑of‑worlds"
hephaestus breathes
cinder‑steam through copper ribs
horae /
white hands on shadow‑
dials petal‑ seconds fall
hesperides —
their eyes are small suns
cupped in brass
ouroboros turns
slow around the spine‑beam
coil‑creak / leaf‑pulse
one gold apple slips
across the threshold glass
(persephone lifts it
like a question without voice)
ring—
the orphic chord gone hollow
light tilts /
next epoch leaning in.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: come and spy as a single greenhouse becomes a prism, refracting four distinct yet overlapping visions: the slow wheel of seasons, the making and unmaking of all things, the clockwork of myth itself, and the inner transformations that mirror these grander cycles. Mechanical and organic, ancient and renewed, each lens catches a different glint of the same strange light, drawing us into a space where boundaries blur and the air swirls with layered possibility.
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So, the boundaries between myth and mechanism blur in a space where time breathes, light tilts, and ancient hands tend to something more than a garden. It’s a vignette of thresholds and turning points; a place where the next epoch waits just beyond the glass and inviting the reader to step inside without yet revealing what grows there.
There is no greater mythology as a whole that that of the Greeks and here used so nicely with volcanic heat, the managers of time, the evening nymphs, the ouroboros itself and its eternal birth, life, death cycle that golden apple that well could be a pomegranate Orpheus himself and his music and failed attempt to resurrect his love. Nicely done Cryptic
Thanks Soren, there is such a richness and depth in these tales of old. Most delighted🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome my friend
Pure genius .. You are a bard n a half at the very least & I can't be any less cryptic than that .. This rocks my boat brother .. Neville ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
Thanks Neville, that's quite humbling to receive.🕊️🙏🏻
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