Iliterate Poet

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19 Dec 2010

Greek Creation Myth


Spontaneously divine - the outset, ahead of time, anterior to the start
Chaos ruled on randomness’ mess and filled the void of emptiness
With mother Earth first to spring, full of power and prowess,
Goddess Gaea, high and low, mountain top to dell, river, lake, sea and swell.
Golden Palace: place of order, wherein men and Gods do dwell.
                                           
Chaos then spewed forth Tartarus, deep within Gaea’s Globe.
Tartarus’ underground, dark and damp primordial home.
Neath Hades, lies tormented cell, pitted third World of hell.
The place of eyes for eyes and swords for swords
A place where karma returns; from whence it came.
Sinners sins, sin's against, sin's sinners, down gloomy shafts, etched in minds.

And again, Chaos yawned and out fell Eros, God of sex and desire
Fairest of them all, that never did decay, fertility born on that fateful day
Eros with his charm and wit, was unbeatable, by nature’s endless course.
Eros desired parthenogenesis to be dismissed, mix the bits to create a new;
Create an egg from before the two: Entwined the silver with the gold.

Cough and splutter, Chaos did, and Erebus, filled the space of in betweens.
Caped God, cast a shadow to all four corners of Gaea’s ruddy lands.
Tartarus did nod and agree, he’d liked what Chaos had released. Silent;
Erebus; dusk in dress, son of the darkness’s mess, relentless without rest!

Nyx was next from the void-less mess that chaos manifests.
Erebus’ sister, of such shadowy complexion, hypnotic Goddess;
Of sleepy dreams, guards the door to creations secret streams.
She forms the night in Gaea’s realm, in a cave of echoing chants.
Just by chance, she happened upon romance, with Eros’ wish fulfilled.
Married her brother Erebus, under spell cast so well, by Eros’ intervention.

Born a daughter of the light, the dark dank two of the night, did delight;
At the sight of Hemera, born the day, that separated dusk from night.
At second sight, more delight, created Aether out of night. Atmospheric joy;
Did bring, Gaea, round from Chaos spring, to primordial even ground.

Gaea’s broadened breast, by herself did beget, her son Uranus;
Cloudy sky rolled in.
Eros scorned and without sweet love: Gaea mothered an equal
Brought forth her seed, to cover her fruitless seas and mountainous ranges, 
To marry starry mantle to earth and all within it.
Ourea and Pontus in similar fashion were born of the fiery passion 
From Gaea’s eternal breath.
All is set now, and the story starts, the world of creation and all of its parts.

8 comments:

very nice...hopefully you will post the epic version as this was a fun read...love not only creation stories but mythology as well so this hit the spot...nice one shot!
 
Yes, as per brian above, the word epic is the first to come to mind. Tartarus was my personal favorite, where all karma returns and from whence it came. You've got a lot of shinies popping out of a wave of flow; I like "Entwined the silver with the gold," and the contrast of marry next to starry.
 
Great images sprinkled throughout this feast of mythology.
 
Great flow of references and you do a wonderful job making mythology accessible through poetic lines. Also would like to read the epic version. cheers
 
You have woven a beautiful tapestry of words, and I truly appreciate such efforts. Well done!
 
Thank you for all of your kind words. Because you liked it, here is the start of the rest of the story, just a little teaser:

Eros was now cross used his arrow on Uranus, convinced sky to lay with Gaea in passionate embrace
Every night Uranus came and covered, mated Gaea’s whole domain. Spawned offspring
produced the first titan race, Titans in the world now roaming free, on mother earth, breathing
fathers air, the children play in starry sky but Uranus through his fear, devoured them one by one.

First came typhoon that terrible half snake, human headed beast with hands that stretch from
West to east, two hundred dragons grasping. Standing tall, under Uranus, below that silver cloud.
Coiled tails curled around and hissing was the sound, so loud and fearsome
Fiery eyes that flashed so wide. His winged body flapping with furious might, this creature did belong to night
 
Solid 'Creation myth' work - highly enjoyable,good flow.
 
you put a lot into this...not just the write but also the reasearch and you have told a great tale of greek mythology...the first verse was an excellent start to this epic....i also loved the rhyme that kept appearing..cheers and enjoy the holiday season...pete
 

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