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Queen of the Gods
A man comes to the temple,
Before a statue of great height.
She’s regal,
Doe-eyed,
Eerily life-like.
Surrounded by peacocks,
Their feathers glow blue and green in the night.
The man tells the sacred deity about his dear wife.
Their marriage,
He tells her, had known nothing but strife.
“We were promised to each other,
We hadn’t any say,
Unless we wanted to be casted out,
Someplace, far, far away…
We married not for love,
Not for choice!
It pains me to say,
She desires freedom,
Oh goddess, oh Hera, is divorce the only way?”
He offers a drachma to the fire burning oh so bright,
The flames dance and spin to the tune of the wind.
The man before the statue bows down,
And from the statue, these words flutter out,
“Divorce is an option, oh it is, indeed.
However,
You don’t seem to see,
That women aren’t allowed to be independent of men.
Your wife has no rights to property,
Nor to vote at her own liberty.
So this is what I recommend to thee,
Talk with your weary wife,
Whose eyes wander to the great beyond.
Explain to her the consequences of divorce,
And how the world will cast her down under,
Heedless of her say and power.”
The Queen of the Gods,
Hera has spoken,
As always, abiding by her duty.
Helping women and fixing marriages,
Overseeing the children,
All the while her husband,
King of the Gods,
Oh mighty Zeus,
Has been sleeping with all of Olympus.
She wishes to leave her poor-excuse for a husband,
With all of her might,
However,
Hera knows that without Zeus,
Her noble title will be lost.
So she remains bound by holy matrimony,
As the Queen of the Gods,
And unfortunately, Zeus’s wife.
The Happenings of Olympus
This is a poetry collection about the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus. They are monstrous to one another, much in the way that humans are. There are allusions to rape, ableism, and references to literary works of the ancient Greeks and Romans.
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My mother told me the droplets that fell from above were the tears of gods. She said that the gods cried like how humans cried. I always wondered what gods could have to cry about. They were gods! Everyone knows that they could do anything they wanted. They could wield the Earth as their weapon. They could be any being, anywhere, at any time. They were immortal. The gods knew no end, no death, no sorrow!
Little me didn’t understand that they were flawed from the very beginning.
The gods experienced everything forever. There was no rest, no slumber. How can one be motivated if their clock never stops ticking? If the sand in their hourglass will never run out? War, famine, death, and disease. The gods have passed through many lifetimes of nothing. Are the gods alive, if they aren’t capable of dying? The tears of gods are shed for the death that’ll always be out of grasp. Humans face divine retribution for the gods are jealous of what they themselves cannot have,
Death.
Queen of the Gods
Man's Greatest Fear
The Dynamics of Peace and War
The Hunters of Artemis
The God of Fire
To Trick a God
Death Spares No One
Dear Hades,