Communion That No Mortal Hands Receive Poem by Captain Cur
Communion That No Mortal Hands Receive
Within these brooks that scent the tender eve
perfect themes of night unheard or seen
she waits upon the starlight and the breeze
that place between wakefulness and dream.
Her soft touch thrills the flowers and the trees
communion that no mortal hands receive.
Cursed always to repeat her lover's words
Echo opens her moonlit eyes and stirs.
in an effort to protect Zeus she was cursed
by Hera and only able to speak the
last words spoken to her.
Interesting write.. Cursed always to repeat her lovers word. Wish to read more about it
Thank you Rini. Glad you asked, I will be publishing more poems in this series. It gives me something to write about. Gods, muses and nymphs they can never get to much press.
Beautiful poem. Thanks for explaining the mythology. I was wondering how to connect the last two lines with rest of the poem which itself has a mystical effect. Now it all makes sense.
Thank you Savita. The Greeks even have legends about how an echo was created.
Robert, as always thanks for taking the time to read and leaving a comment. They are highly appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 12:34:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A mystical poem full of vivid imagery, remarkably crafted. Thanks for sharing, Captain.
Irfanulla, Thank you for your encouraging comment.