Hollyhock Tears Or Whispers Of Gods.


By skinner_jennifer
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This poem is based on a Greek tale.
When rain came and flowers grew,
Pieuronian princess wept for her son,
glazed eyes weakened by distress at
what she'd done:
don't you know; she came back on
dew drenched petals? Better here,
endeavouring not to suppress tears
than in darkness for what she'd done.
Was it wildness of swine rampaging?
Cruel cost for son's demise – envy
covets an uncle's resentment, when
to go berserk, Artemis sent a boar.
Log thrown on burning fire in hearth,
son's spirit in wood rising as flames
grew higher. Altheae sat in silence –
with no direction...if only to return
some reason why?
but truth be known it was too late and
much to bear; her actions were taunted
in teardrops...becoming those beautiful
Hollyhocks,
sustained petals soaking up emotions,
pleasure of rain cools apprehension;
casting off twisted ploys; whispered
through threads of conversation,
information is not crystal clear,
did Gods with whispers reshape
their history with proficiency?
Or their labours unfold with truth,
then scatter like autumn leaves?
After all, never was I there nestled
within pockets of Gods, or donning
wings to be a fly on the wall.
Hopes and dreams abound in garden
where these soulful blooms eloquently
grow, essence to uplift – champions of
support when life feels meaningless,
their charm emulates encouragement,
spurring me on.
Picture was free to use in public domain.
According To Wikipedia:
Altheae was a Greek princess who became
the Queen when she married Oeneus, King
of Calydon. Together they had seven sons
and four daughters.
One of her sons named Meleager it is said:
came from a love affair with Ares who was
the Greek God of war and was son of Zeus.
The fates appeared to Altheae, telling her
that Meleager's life was bound to a log in
the family hearth. He would live as long as
the log was unconsumed by fire. It's said
Altheae either buried the log in the palace,
or placed it in a chest. Meleager grew to be
a noble prince.
One spring Oeneus was sacrificing the first
fruits of the season to the Gods, accidentally
he omitted Artemis who was the Goddess of
the hunt. Enraged Artemis unleashed a
massive, ferocious boar on Calydon, it
rampaged across the countryside, killing
any person it came across.
Oeneus gathered a group of warriers together
including: Meleager and Ataianta who was a
Greek Heroine, to kill the boar.
Meleager dealt the killing strike to the
boar, but gave the skin to Ataianta, for
two reasons: because he'd fallen in love
with her, but also Ataianta had landed
the first of many subsequent blows on the
boar.
Meleager's uncles were outraged and
forced the boar's skin from Atainanta
and Meleager then killed them both.
When Altheae found out she was
distraught and enraged: she took
the log and burned it in the hearth
killing her son Meleager.
Her grief became too much to bear,
it's said she committed suicide, by
either hanging or stabbing herself.
In Greek Mythology Hollyhocks
were believed to have been created
by the tears shed by Altheae after
the death of her son Meleager.
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Jenny, I didn't know about
Jenny, I didn't know about this Greek tale and I love hollyhocks. I have a few now in my garden. This is a wonderful tribute, there is something very cleansing about it despite the grave subject, but all the mythical details make for a magical read.
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Poor old Meleager - done in
Poor old Meleager - done in not once but twice!
From the depths of tragedy arise wonderful flowers.
There is something magical about a mythical legend and everyday life.
Nicely done, Jenny.
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Hi,
Hi,
Lovely poem Jenny dealing with a great myth. It reminds me of the story of Hyacinthus who was hit with a discus I think and hyacinths grew up where he fell. You have made it live and breathe.
hilary
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Nice that there can be some
Nice that there can be some real beauty to counter these tales of vengeance! Last year our neighbour had hollyhocks growing, and one grew peeping over the wall like a periscope! Rhiannon
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You taught me about the story
You taught me about the story, too. Those Greek gods were so tetchy!!! Hollyhocks were one of the first things I managed to grow - one grew as high as Mum's bedroom window :0) Now I like the single ones best though as bees can get inside
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I hope your bees come back.
I hope your bees come back. And you are having cooler weather now, it is starting to feel like almost Autumn, here
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Good story Jenny!
Good story Jenny! "whispered through threads of conversation",
All the best! Tom
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