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New submission to the Orpheus Agon

Hymn to Orpheus
by Ian A.

Hail Orpheus,
Singer of songs of the great Theoi
Teacher of the mysteries

Hear my prayer
Guide me on my journey
You who braved the darkness of Hades
Bless my days with song
As you played for the rulers below
Help me not to look back
A lesson you learnt through pain
Give me the courage to face death
Knowing as you taught what lies beyond

Follower of Dionysos
Ripped apart by his maenads
Follower of Apollon
After you saw what lay in Hades
Guide me in my relationship with the gods
And inspire my tounge with praise
That I may sing of their glory

Submission to Maia’s Agon

A Mother’s Love
by Sparrow

One of the most powerful things in the Kosmos,
Is a Mother’s love.
It endures and perseveres no matter what happens,
It protects and sustains the beloved Child.

This is the love that Maia felt for Hermes, Her beloved Son.
Maia who held baby Hermes in Her arms,
In the dark Cyllenian cave,
Protecting Him from Hera’s wrath.

Maia looked down at her beloved Child,
And saw that His hair was as curly as His Father’s.
He had a smile as sweet as His Mother’s,
And a twinkle in His eyes which was all His own.

Maia loved Her Child beyond reason and measure.
Baby Hermes knew this love well,
And promised His Mother one day they would not live in the shadowy cave,
They would live on radiant Mount Olympos and rightly take Their place
Among the other Gods.

Hermes was true to His word.
He became one of the Olympian Gods and brought Maia to Olympos.
What a glorious day for Maia and Hermes!

Hail to Maia, beloved Mother of Hermes,
Sweet and gentle Goddess,
May you always be praised, great Mother.
Io Maia!

Ode to Maia

Here is the next submission to the Maia agon, courtesy of Deo Mercurio, who emailed me with this link today.

Deo Mercurio

Seven are the daughters of Pleione,
whose stars bedazzle the winter sky—
      most beautiful of all the seven
      is Maia, daughter of Atlas.
She it is who rejoices in May flowers’ bloom,
the lengthening days, and the growing warmth.
      She makes the heart to quicken
      as desire swells in mortals’ souls—
and not in mortals’ alone, but you too,
thundering father Jove, could not resist her.

How did Jove effect his tryst with modest Maia,
dwelling in her cave in wind-swept Arcady?
      Let none divulge what passed therein;
      let none undo her wise discretion.
But all may know and celebrate her offspring,
glorious child of Maia, swift-footed messenger,
      clever in his charming words,
      subtle in his wily deeds—
for you, august Mercury, were born on Mount Cyllene,
born to gentle Maia, bedecked with flowers.

She it was first took you in her…

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Second Submission to Maia’s Agon

“To Maia, Mother of the Messenger”
Alexeigynaix

Pleione’s eldest daughter,
begotten by He Who Holds the Sky,
hail to You, O Maia.
Eldest Pleiad sister,
Whom Your sisters emulate,
hail to You, O Maia.
Mother to Luck-bringer,
nurse to Kallisto’s son,
hail to You, O Maia.
Guide to sailors,
guide to farmers,
hail to You, O Maia.
Lady of mountains,
Lady of caves,
hail to You, O Maia.

I beg Your aid, O Maia,
that I may be
a more dutiful child to my parents
as You are to Yours,
a more loving sibling to my siblings
as You are to Yours,
and should the Gods will it come to pass
that I have children,
a wise parent to my children
as You are to Yours.
Hail to You, O Maia.

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First Submission to Maia’s Agon

Prayer to Maia
By Kira R.

Glorious Goddess,
I love Your Son.
He has been kind to me.
He has given me so many good things,
too many blessings to count.
I am grateful.

I am grateful to You as well,
for raising a child
Who brings so much joy.

Hail to You, Maia,
ever patient,
tender, and loving.
Please accept this prayer. 

Two More for My Spirits

A small note

For those of you
whose voices shattered in the making,
who failed to enchant
the world’s stage,
who struggled away
in church choirs …
or worse:

I remember you.

It is a small thing, but I remember you.

You served that Muse
that exquisitely demanding daimon.
Though it drank your marrow
warm and new and young
you served it still –
bloody mortar
securing its awesome edifice
for another generation.

It is worthy work,
a worthy sacrifice,
and I remember you,
always.

 

The God of Sacred Monsters

A face used to masks
I see You twice over:
lounging and languid,
slender, sculpted,
all smooth alabaster
and smoldering hunger,
ash and lust.

I can never look for long,
though desperately I want to,
want You.
I am too aware
of those perfect lips
and that sly smile
remote, exquisite
perhaps a little cruel—
pain is necessary after all
for such perfection—
and all it promises.

I see You, Enorches,
a wicked knot of movement
dancing a harlequinade
whispering in dulcet tones
“Everything I am
take to yourself
and my mouth,
full of honeycomb,
will pour nectar for you”*

Divine and noble
You have feasted upon Your own heart.

No one sees the strings,
unforgiving as ivy,
when You take them.
Like a paper thin stiletto between the ribs,
You slide in,
pouring Your sweet voice
through that flesh.
like honey
like nectar
stained with blood.

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(line adapted from “La Calisto” by N. Cavalli. Image by Δ from the cover of “Toys of Dionysos” by H. Jeremiah Lewis)

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Final Card in the Mothers Series

The Mother’s Series is finally finished. Here is the final card in the group: Penelopeia by Grace Palmer.

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Two New Agons

Seems like this is taking off, which is wonderful to see. There are two other Agons running this month: 

The first is an Agon to Apollo. You can read about that here. It’s running from March 31 to April 30 and submissions must have been created for this agon specifically. There are prizes. 

The second is for Athena. This too runs through April 30 and there are prizes. You can read about this agon here

Check them out and consider submitting something. 

Entry #5 for the Ares Agon

Ares at Gaugamela
By Petros

Koinos waited for them to hit. The Persians were coming. They were screaming as they came and they were terrifying.

He was not feeling so brave at the moment. Despite the heat of the day, he felt cold, even as his sweat dripped beneath his linothorax. He hoped that no one had noticed the piss running down his legs.

He prayed to the Gods that the men next to him wouldn’t see his shaking or see that he could barely keep his sarrisa at the proper height and angle.

He wanted to run.

“Don’t worry boy. I’m here.”

Koinos looked to his right at Amyntas.

Amyntas who rarely spoke. Amyntas who never joined the boisterous drinking after the day’s march.

In fact, last night Amyntas had been alone, just outside of the firelight kneeling in front of a stone he had placed on a stump.

Koinos had blearily noticed him pouring wine over the small black stone that he carried with him on campaign. He could hear him muttering something, though with all the pre-battle revelry going on, it was hard to hear his words.

But, today, he could hear him. His voice was…different.

“Don’t worry boy. I’m here.”

What?

“Today your shield will not drop. Your spear will not shatter. The blood of the barbarians will flow like wine from my brother’s cup.”

Koinos again took his eyes off of the onrushing Persians to glance at Amyntas.

Amyntas seemed larger somehow. His shoulders were rising and falling like a bull’s. His breath loud. His voice more like a growl now.

“Let them fall like harvested grain beneath our blades.”

And then Amyntas turned to Koinos.

“Are you with me boy?”

Koinos stared into the face visible behind the helmet’s face guard. The too-white teeth smiling at him. The eyes glowing the way a man’s never could.

He could only nod, his mouth too dry for words.

“Good boy.”

When the Persian line collided with the Macedonian phalanx, Amyntas, who-was-not-Amyntas, began to laugh.

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Shrine pictures

After running about making various offerings to Hermes, I spent the rest of the morning redoing my Hermes shrine, and my Loki and Sigyn shrine. 

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Hermes’ place. ^

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Loki and Sigyn’s place.^

The icon above is by Grace Palmer, and belonged to my mom Fuensanta.