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Winner of Hebe’s Agon

Congratulations to Amanda Forrester who won the Hebe Agon with her prayer/poem “To Hebe.” 

I’ll be in touch via email. 

remember folks, July’s Agon is for Saga so if you have prayers, poems, essays or artwork, please don’t hesitate to submit to me via email. First place winner will receive a full set of prayer cards for Frigga and Her retinue and I”ll donate to the charity of his or her choice (within reason – if it’s something I’m morally against, of course, we’ll have to find an agreeable compromise). Everyone else will receive a prayer card for Saga so be sure to include your mailing address when you submit material for the agon.

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2 Submissions to Hebe’s Agon

To Hêbê
By Amanda Artemisia Forrester

Hêbê, Attendant of laughter-loving Aphrodite,
I pray that you will fill my home
With the grace that You so easily embody
As gentle as the welcome breeze on a summer’s day

Hêbê, Protectress of Young Brides
Whose hammering hearts are flying high in fear as much as love
You are the guide over the threshold, from virgin to woman, from single to family
And as such, a Psychopomp of sorts, though I doubt You have often been hailed as such!

Hêbê, wife of Herakles, that mightiest of Heroes,
You must have an iron core not often spoken of by the ancient poets
To be a fitting match for the Slayer of Monsters.
Daughter of Hera, Cupbearer of the Gods, today I pour some wine out for You.

Empty Worship
By Amanda Artemisa Forrester

Hêbê, sweet Goddess of fleeting Youth
You are arguably the God that this hollow modern culture worships most,
Obsessed as Hollywood is with women in the May of their lifetimes,
The fresh bloom of spring, of girlhood who have yet to taste a lover’s kiss,
And yet, they miss so much of life in the empty quest for youth eternal,
For the Immortality that is Yours alone to give, at Your Father’s behest.
For You I offer this loaf of bread and spiced wine,
In hopes that I may enjoy the blessings of a long and healthy youth,
But also, and perhaps more importantly,
That I will remember that youth is but the first part of life,
from which all mortals must pass
Into the next stage.
Let me not fear to age gracefully when my time comes,
But let it be a long time from now!

First Submission to the Hebe Agon

For Hebe
by Alexeigynaix

throw like a girl
run like a girl
fight like a girl

this girl is the wife of Herakles

the stories seem to say
She was His prize for apotheosis

not so

She asked Her mother’s blessing
almost before She asked Him
to be Her husband

She can throw a discus
run a marathon
hold Her own against Athena in a spar
with the selfsame grace and surety
with which She pours ambrosia
sets a table
washes up

the world may sneer at women
who are young and know their power
(or even if they don’t know, yet,
that young women like themselves
hold power, sovereignty)
who wait tables to take classes
and smile their sultry smiles in selfies
phone camera held at careful angles

She too is a photographer
and often overlooked
as young women waiting tables
often are

but there’s power in these snapshots
in supportive words with friends
in the strength of bold young women
who throw and run and fight like girls

combat boots or lipstick
both are armor in their way

call on Hebe, wife of Herakles,
His match,
young women, as you fight
to build, restore traditions
and to earn and well-past earn
all the respect you’re more than due

I call to bright bold Hebe
Help us now, I pray