A Lost Epopee To The Dana Poem by Steve Trimmer

Ere prose-rhetorics of epistrophe;
Uttered hind the bestial haughtiness of columned marble
Ere ostensible kingdoms;
Of jejune opprobrium (of which Belus and Aegyptus feigned Peloponnese command)
When lyrists so beheld laureates of The Swain
A Thesmophorian demise unto abyssal bliss and desire
Neath drowning-tides of Her loveliness (a liquid breath inhaled)
In bower of The Dana……………….Lady Il-Dana

Leapeth forth did we (many furlongs o’er Her watery climes)
Complacently immured by wet kiss of Her tidal-blued lips
Quittance paid we, in life gestures; weary-worn
In pending abysms of restoration
A recreant’s nightmare (forwent of faith)
A corsair’s dream (by all accounts faring well)
In bower of The Dana…………………darling Dana

Forsooth, were it She;
Lady Don of Cambria (I, Her child Gwydion ap Don)
The Hydra (with 50 Danaid daughters who spoke as one)
Lady Dam-Kina (in lands ‘tween Tigris and Euphrates flows)
Lady Dinah (rainmaker oracle of Levant shores)
Recompense of love and life; bestowed upon he who spares Her valued maidenhead
He, suffering not the needle-sharp throes in beating heart
In bower of The Dana………………the demiurge Dana

So She guides this barque, with Her own ascendancy
Dearest Danae of the indigo holy deep
From whence my beloved resides
I feel Her aquatic tears, so longingly blue
Besprent from azur’d sky so clouding
Tears, falling, to the undulating waves of a doleful heart
In bower of The Dana………………………plaintive-sweet Dana

Go we must
Linger here we can not

This epode say we;




“Fealty to Dana, pledge we so preen
Ne’er forsaking our Danaid Queen
To Erin’s Isle, sail we from Canaan
To unsullied abodes; know us now as the Danaans”

……Tuatha de Danaan
Children of Dana
Praise to She upon the headland
We, now forged from the twilight mists of the western Fates
In bower of The Dana……………….Great Lady Dana