When The World Was Still Losing Colour From The Rain Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

When the world was still losing colour from the rain
and Jason’s look
the lies of the Centaurs
under the olive-trees of the oracles of spring
golden scarabs artefacts
the pan-flutes of the wind
drawing on her hair
the tears of Aegeus
lernean ironies
inside Dido’s odes
drunken ghosts and Selene
narcissus on the waters of Styx
weaving legends with Ariadne’s yarn
the whispers in Hades rituals
for the sacrifices of the pure
god’s sarisas and Phoenician merchants
polytropic muses inside Circe’s
tales boars worst
than the curse of Alcyonis.

The clouds did not anguish the sun,
and humans were not warming the fire,
neither were the wings of Daedalus missing the honey...

When the world was still losing colour from the rain.