Myth 1 Poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
Myth 1
Euripides was reading mystic verses to nightingale
The winter wind was blew strongly by Aeolus
Ikarus was trying to fly to the Ionnian sun
A rustic melody was played by Arion
Ia was blocked by furious fog
Around midnight Halepas was till carving
Achilles was riding the white horse toward Strani Hill
Firecrackers was burnt violently on Leonido
Homer was teaching how to catch the shooting star
Apricot orchards were blossomed in Ennipeas Valley
Silent maidens was praying sincerely to Tyche
Evrotas River was full of olive groves
(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Cindy Kreiner Sera)
I was interested in myths BEFORE because they are somewhat imaginative.
A beautiful, literally nice poem, well penned with deep knowledge.10
a flaming soul....waiting to explode in the horizon of eternity....only deep and powerful mystic avenue of the heart can feel these magical lines.....so streamlines of thoughts offer to appreciate this wisdom...thank you and God bless.... a 10 +++++
nice dedication to a friend. very nice myth too. thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:24:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Myth 1 is another Myth, it appears.