The Ritual At Olympia Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

April 21,2016,
A group of Priestess
Dressed in flowing garment,
Elegant and splendid to sight, and their priests…
Recount the ancient tradition at the carcass of the
Ancient temple of Hera, wife of Zeus in Olympia, Greece,
The High Priestess gazed at the Sun and spoke in Greek,
What eye perceive was the summoning of Apollo for Rio,
And light of the sun, to ignited the torch,
The little kids raised the olive branch,
And the High Priestess with prayer to Apollo handed
The torch, and a branch… and the dove free, the
Road was cleared for the journey to 2016 Olympics games.
The drum bit was solemn, the mandolin soothing,
The dance step that followed was a group rhythm,
The world was there, and the TV too…
A poet was there, and the choir too,
The sky was bright, and speeches were made,
The ritual was captivating, the memory eternal,
The gods are come…, for the games to begin…

©2016