Marching on Parnassus

GRECIA

During the long course of this poethood
My song has been prepar’d for one moment,
At last! to Grecia by my Muses sent
& in my heart I knew they always would!

Upon Italic plateauxs have I stood
Hoping to glimpse her shores through mountains bent
Between the mists, that shuffle innocent
From peak to peak, as only phantoms could!

As we are sailing to antiquity
Some laurel wreath to fix unto a brow,
Where oranges hang every second tree,
Antiquity seems almost here & now

As Greece, in rustic beauty, like a bay,
Before us spreads as breaks the cloudless day.


IONIA

The sun is setting gold on Zacynthus,
The breeze is blowing freedom thro’ my hair
The waves at the beck & call of Phorcys,
Have dragg’d us ever closer to his lair.

O Cephalonia, Byronic isle!
Such promise holds mine animated mind
Beneath thy peaks I’ll spend some happy while,
Sensing, already, sights to stir my kind.

Am I some Telemachos coming home?
Or Eumea drifting in from Elis?
Or Phaecian vessel spurting thro foam,
Where in the hold slumbers Odysseus?

I am these things, & many more beside,
For they shall live ‘til poetry has died!

 


DEPARTING THE SANCTUARY OF OLYMPIA

Until we meet again, Olympia!
When I shall raise my daughter to the height
A toddling flame
& as the morn-pink roses, would show her
The very scene & in the very light
I chose her name

My love, as I sit waiting for a bus
To Tropea or Pirgos, either way,
I think of thee!
Wondering if the future holds for us
A glitter-girl to please us in her play
Our bouncing bee

Who, when she’s sleeping looks as sweet as you
& laughing, me!


STERCA HELLAS

Where Autumn-tinted peaks rise glorious
I hitch’d a lift, a lorry-load of bales
Whose little houses sing their hearth-side tales
Old stories of this hoary, mountainous
Region, of most hardy handsome hunters
Fed by their ever-fattening females
Where taxidermy, of the arts, prevails
& portraits hang with pride for ancestors!

The Mornou Dam sits like a precious stone
Heart of a highland chain that god-like rings
This world where only poets dare to chance
& each of them, I sense, was once a throne
For spirits older than Olympic kings,
Where Cronos dined & Titans loved to dance.


TO DELPHI

As careful steps & aiming for the post
Must bring us ever closer to our goal,
Thro’ sharp-barb’d thorny burnett hack’d my feet,
Urg’d on by robins perch’d on pungent spurge,
Along an ancyent path of broken stones,
Which Idomenus trod before the truce’
I mountain-goated past four snarling hounds,
Stone-showers scatter, man’s best friend or nay!

The bravest follows at a wise distance,
A fine black bitch, til gladly I arrive
By Delphi’s walls, the troubadour no more,
Strange tortoise, with a home flat on my back,
Ready to rest, & write, & relish life
Upon same rocks where Orpheus once roam’d!


CASTALIAN SPRING

So, this is the heartbeat of poetry,
From holy Parnassus, uprising sheer,
These magi-waters of empyrean,
Pulse down from such a theatre of stone,
Them pouring thro’ the depths of my studies,
Where in a sketch I see gargoyle faces –
Perhaps by Hobhouse in Lord Byron’s ‘Life’ –
Who came up, too, to taste this ancient spring
Upon his very famous ‘Pilgrimage,’
While mine is ended here… I sup the mead,
Faint hint of minerals, revitalised,
I swear to all my Muses I shall be
A poet still, & if they ride with me
To Scotland, I shall build them temples there!


THERMOPYLAE

Napoleon, in Amiens, the crown!
Wrested from papal clutches, his own hands
Placed steel upon his brow, Corsican clown
No longer, but an emperor of lands!

I came upon a plain of dreams & steam
A spartan in my body, duty, rhyme
Where Leonidas & his polis cream
Defied the best of persia in their prime

On noble Kolonos a monument
Topp’d by a laurel wreath, I gladly felt
That thro the muses it was sent to me
As I before phoenician letters knelt

Bending the branch into a perfect ring
& crown’d myself, at last, a poet-king!

 

BELOW OLYMPUS

Zeusian eagles hover’d oer the folds
Where I collected firewood, meanwhile
Immersed in poesy’s pristeen reverie
Of lofty pitch & classical alludes
The constitutions of a younger vow
Lay fully realized – Olympus rose
Oer tree-green gorge where chaunt I to the gods
Pulses initial to a final form,
An hour of velvet wonder in my life,
Inspirational, talismanical,
Idyllic launchpad of a lofty muse,
Far from the heavings of society,
I cook wild stew in Castallian mead,
Flavour’d by mountain herbs, & cared for naught.


EMAIL FROM THESSALY

Last night we camp’d under wonderful stars
& today, what a day, what adventure,
With the sky never-ending above us
Oer mountains rising on swarms of wild olives.
But something, someone is missing
That someone I need to be kissing

I want to wake beside you every day
Tell you I love you, ask if you’re OK
Give you a hug when you’re gong to work
Or hide if you’re menstrual & going bezerk
For ye are the one thing I crave here the most
Ycamped on the crest of this ocean coast

You’re the music, lass, that livens my drumming,
Be patient, my love, I am coming.

.

 

OVER THESSALONIKA

There is a heat they call the burn of Greece
Beginning in July, by Autumn screams
Out in the day we English pray for peace
In shady spots as lava spurts & steams

By graffitis of Thessaloniki
Thin street cats treated priestlike as they prowl
From door-to-friendly door, such unsneaky
Hunts for meaty morsels; fresh, fair & foul.

Oer the labyrinth of Salonika
Hat soak’d in sweat, what buenavista won!
Olympus of gorgeous tectonica
Uprisen in the distance, legend spun

When, in the shadow of the Genti Koyle,
I sit wide gazing, still, like a gargoyle.

SITHONIAN BEAUTIES

I found myself in Paradise a few miles shy of Sarti,
I’d headed there solely beacuse it rhymes with ‘Wild Love Party,’
A wee secluded nudist beach with pyres of burnish’d driftwood,
& thought I’d stay as gracious while as Thracian poets should.

Across the soft Singitic Gulf Mount Athos rose redeeming
All souls who gazed upon its shark immortally updreaming,
There Monkish men swam out to heaven seven times a day,
Libating skinsalt to exalted Thetis in the spray.

So I gazed on Aphrodite & I swoon’d before Athena
& then I saw Cassandra – I’ll die happy cos I seen her
The infinite projections of her body sent me blushing
Into a catacoomb of lust, libido wolves enrushing.

Deep in a rockshade’s softening I drank my surfcool wine,
Watching Cassandra frolicking voluptuous, divine!


VENUS SAMOTHRAKI

Cerebral sunset
Gazing deep on Evening Star
She loves ME tonight!

Venus kisses earth
Samothrakean shoreline
Four in the morning

Venus beaming bliss
Voluptuous woman light
Reflected in waves

Venus melts away
Within a rainbow sunset
Ripening in pink

“We’ll always have this island…”
She vibrated thro’ the waves


THE INVENTION OF THE LYRE

I am a Celtic bard, turn’d Druid, on the island where adolescent Orpheus
Follow’d two wise Cabeiroi on long walks over rocks, thro’ woods, to waterfalls,
The first fall shaped like an Egyptian short-bow or Nile canoe flipp’d standingly
The second resode in a fabulous canyon, enportion’d into four stunning quarters
“These parts,” said dwarfish Eurymedon, “transfer flowing waters pool-to-pool –
As such, the natural rhythm of Human music distill’d thro’ four sieves must be.”
“Penetrate,” said Alkon, “the everliving sounds of Nature’s ageless realm,
Then transfer them to a wooden shaft, bewebb’d by varying strings of goatwire.”

The tuning came to Taleisin via Hyksos & Herulian savants,
In whose own turn traditional taught me its secrets as I was dreaming
That night I dozed under Cadair Idris, when half-winds in the early morning
Disturb’d my sleep, compelling rais’d arms to offer my guitar to the chorus
Of morning birds; to tweak the pegs – a note here, half a note there, just a smidge
Of a twist on that string… with a soft strumm’d chord I stunn’d the forest to stillness!


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