Category Archives: Bacchic Things

Submission to Persephone’s Agon

For Persephone
by Alexeigynaix

Persephone,
You dance in the meadows
in golden summer light,
so light on Your feet
You never crush a wildflower,
though the meadow blooms profusely
in the nymph’s joy that You are there
to dance beside her.

Persephone,
You dance in the halls
in silver winter light,
a partnered dance, sedate,
gowned in garnet, crowned in gold,
and the still air weighs less heavily
in Your husband’s joy that You are there
to dance with Him.

Daughter of Demeter,
You walk among the orchards
while butterflies and bees
flit from bloom to bloom,
flower-crowned, arms bare,
while apples, peaches ripen
and nectar turns to honey
and Your mother walks with You.

Queen of Haides,
You walk among the asphodel
while new guests in Your realm
disembark the river ferry,
treading lightly on the pallid blooms,
while Lethe burbles quietly
and still Lake Memory reflects
and Your husband walks with You.

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Submission to Persephone’s Agon

Prayer to Persephone
by Claire M.

Hail Persephone, Queen of the Underworld,
you who are Holy and knowing.
I call upon you in honour and reverence
and ask that you be present in my life.

I call to Kore Karpophoros;
bringer of spring flowers, mistress of seasons
whose return brings light to the world.
Help me find my path and have the courage to walk it.

I call to Persephone Khthonia;
infernal Queen of the great below.
Bringer of death, destroyer of light,
help me discover my power and have the strength to wield it.

I call to Persephone Megala Thea,
Queen of the sacred way.
Help me grow closer to you and understand your mysteries.
With grace and ease, so mote it be.

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Fourth Submission to the Persephone Agon

Persephone
By Antheus

Hail Persephone!
Queen of those below !
Receiver of many!
Blessed Kore
gathering flowers
with lips stained red,
oscillating through
the mysteries
of coming and going,
of farewell and return.
May all my actions
please you!
May I always praise your name!
Until the day
when I tell the guards
to tell you
that Bakcheios Himself
has freed me,
and I join the eternal revel
as your blessed guest.
Hail Persephone!

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Third Submission to Persephone’s Agon

Devotional Collage for Persephone
by Amanda Artemisia Forrester

Persephone

 

 

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Second Submission to Persephone’s Agon

Both
by Amanda Artemisia Forrester

Hail to You, Silent One, Nameless One!
Beautiful flower, with a steel core
Who walks the sunlit paths of the world above
And the ghostly roads below
Only You can live in both worlds
Only You can taste of the forbidden fruit of the dead
And return to Above to Your sun-kissed Mother
Only You hold sway over the heart of Death Himself
Only You can temper the wrath of Haides, the Host of Many
Lady of Both Worlds, we hail You now
As You prepare to go below,
Taking Your place beside Your dark Husband once more
Summer is done, the cold winds blow, and Winter is on it’s way
This is the time for You to shed Your skin of Kore, Lady of Flowers,
And become again Persephone, Queen of Shades
I hail You now, Savior of the Dead, merciful Mistress of the Mysteries
And also the innocent laughing Girl,
For right now, in this moment of Equinox,
When the Sun and the Moon are equal in the sky
You are Both
Both Girl and Queen
Both midwife and death-watcher
Both hunter and prey
Both birther and destroyer
Both light and dark
Both sunlight and snowfall
Both fertility and barrenness.
Tomorrow You will step across the Threshold,
Collapsing the wave-form
Into One.
Sweet Kore, gentle Kore, innocent Kore
Become again Persephone,
Queen of Winter, Lady of Bones, First Among the Dead.
Hail now to the Two Ladies, the Two Goddesses
In One.

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September’s Agon is for Persephone

Ok. I promised to post prizes for the Persephone Agon.

Everyone who submits a piece will receive the prayer card of their choice.

The winner will receive the Persephone and Hades prayer cards and a copy of “Tending the Bull” by H. Jeremiah Lewis. (If you already own this, you may choose another of his titles).

The Agon will run until September 30, 9pm EST. All submissions should be sent to me at krasskova at gmail.com. 

I received the first submission earlier today:

To the Mistress of the Dead
by V. Morelli

Sweet Lady of the Dead,
Queen of Hades’ realm,
Lady of asphodel
and bitter hemlock,
nightshade, datura,
aconite and all plants
that are doorways to Your realm,
please hear my prayer
and look upon it with favor.
My tears are at times like the bitter herbs
that are Your sacraments.

Bless and protect my dead, I pray.
Keep my ancestors safe.
Let them know that they are remembered.
Let them know that they are loved,
that someone on this mortal plane
thinks of them and cares for them.
Let them receive the offerings
that I regularly pour out for them.
Let them eat honey out of Your hands, Great Lady.
Let them hear my prayers
and when it is right, please
allow them to act for my well being
and protection.
Let their time with You and Your Husband
be sweet. Let it be a time of healing.
Let it be a time of celebration
for lives well lived.

This I pray to You,
Queen of Hades’ Hall,
Lady of the Pomegranate,
Who has danced in the labyrinth
Who has been reborn.
I will make offerings to You,
always.

Hail to You, Persephone.

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Wyrd Curiosities at Etsy

My academia.edu page

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My blog about all things strange, weird and medieval.

And if you like what you see, consider becoming a sponsor at Patreon.

Close up of my Hermes shrine

My friend Carlton was visiting recently (we go to school together) and, not being a polytheist, he was fascinated by my various shrines. Since he’s teaching a theology class this semester, he asked if he could take photos to use in his class (and i’m ok with that). This is the photo he took of my Hermes shrine. I love the angle of the close up, and the drama of the black and white,  so I got his ok to share it here. 

Hermes shrine aug. 31 Carlton

(Photo by C. Chase. Used with permission).

Submission to the Asklepios Agon

Prayer for Care Givers
by Sparrow

Hail to you most compassionate Asklepios
Beloved son of bright Apollon
Student of wise and kind Chiron
Father of physicians and nurses
Please hear my prayer.

Your temples were the first hospitals in ancient Hellas
The sick would come to your temples asking for You to cure them
You, who surpassed Chiron in the skill and gift of healing,
Would listen to the snakes entwined upon your staff
Advising you how to heal the sick.

I come to You now many centuries later
Asking You to look after my loved one who has (name disease here)
And to please look after me too, his/her care giver

While disease rakes my loved one’s body, grief rakes my heart
I see my loved one decline, and my heart aches
I try so hard to help him/her but there is only so much I can do
I remember the good times I shared with him/her and how healthy he/she was
Please grant me strength in my caregiving role,
Most benevolent God.

Please help me have faith in the doctors, nurses and other health care professionals
Who look after my loved one
Please guide their hands, minds, and hearts in tending to my beloved.

And please, benevolent Healer,
Help me to look after myself.
Remind me to eat nutritious food, get my rest and exercise,
And to maintain my social and spiritual connections.
For if I’m not looking after myself, I cannot look after my loved one.

May you always be praised great God of healing.
Io Asklepios!

For Apollon

I want to write for You
the kind of poems
where the words burn,
dancing through synapses,
flickering over eyes,
igniting on the tongue,
where they sizzle and crackle in the mind
like a bonfire,
blazing and blistering through consciousness
until one emerges transformed.
I want to capture some of the sense
of terror and danger, ecstasy and
aching, desperate hunger
that You evoke whenever You are
even faintly near,
the way my belly lurches with anticipation
and breath suddenly seems so very hard to gain.
I want to capture something
of the simmering burn
I can all but taste
in Your presence.

If words were enough though
our hearts would never know
what it is like to unfold,
like a fragile sometimes ragged blossom
trembling and terrified
longing too
in the Presence of a God.

No brighter thing in my darkness,
Hekatos, Paian than You,
and the cry of Your name,
head thrown back
world awash in white fire
restores.

(by G. Krasskova)

Submission to the Asklepios Agon

For Asklepios
By Alexeigynaix

In days of old, Asklepios,
we left for You our offerings:
a votive sculpture—eyes, a leg—
in thanks for Your kind healing and
Your answers to our pleading prayers.

Asklepios, Physician, You
Who Heal all those in need of You:
I hurt, and hurt, and don’t know why.
You guided those who found the drug
called ibuprofen in results
of sugar degradation. You
have thereby somewhat eased my pain.

I hurt, and hurt, and don’t know why.
I ask, Asklepios, that You
find me something—anything—
to further ease and soothe the pain.

Look here: I pour to you red wine,
and coffee mixed with chocolate milk.

I have no skill in molding clay;
I know no potter who might make
a votive sculpture I could buy
to offer at Your temple door.

My skill with pencil coloring
needs work, but here it is. I vow
an offering: I’ll draw myself
to offer at Your temple door—
for if you find a way to bring
my usual pain from five or six
with spikes to seven, eight, or nine
down to a four or (please!) a three
and hardly ever spiking six
(for I cannot recall, just now,
what none or one, or even two,
feel like; I’ve never felt a ten,
for which, Asklepios, thank You),
you will have given back to me
myself.

Modern Asklepios