On Winged Flight

As One Stop Poetry finds itself in its final days, hours...  Gay Cannon has presented us with Form Monday and Brendan MacOdrum as the host of Poetry and Myth...  For this wonderfully informative final lesson, link here.  It is a fabulous challenging and educational piece.   So for this weeks challenge, Brendan has offered this:  Post a poem that is somehow based on a myth or folktale. Put your history into its mystery; you’ll discover the gods are still very much with us, raising all kinds of heaven and hell between the margins of the page.


On Winged Flight

Born when death betook her head,
On winged flight, bestow instead,
Upon this steed, the hero rose,
To the shores wherefor he chose,
Slay the demon in hopes to wed.

Thus placed up in the heavens told,
Carried ye forth to mountains fold,
For with your step, the waters spring,
Placed in your care, from Hippocrene,
The Nine who hold, the Arts we mold.

To sing, to dance, for it is said,
Bestowed your care for we be led,
Tails painted Zeus, upon the skies,
For one to tell within belies,
Thus histories of hungers fed.

Yet we who care for this be led,
The voices spring and it was said,
These glories sung amidst our tries,
Be heard to you, be lost our cries,
For in the night, the stories bled.

And in the day we wander by,
In hopes to find, we swallow sky,
To feed the need within the mind,
Yet him and her, they see us blind,
For us the day is dark, we cry.

Yet be unheard, condemned are we,
When in the night, your tales we see,
But to those here, other things said,
'Voices you hear, just in your head',
So we must seek your world to be.

For in the night the Muses see,
Versions fortold, today's story,
 Alas we show a new found tale,
Yet there it be, a shadow's trail,
For with the Muse, we may be free.

Petrina Lesko
July 2011