Two poems below are from my presentation in my CORC 3109 -The Mythic Self class.
Cadmus’s Suffering
Please remove the horror I see
before me,
Standing proud in front of me is
she,
A head cradled in between her arms,
The face now devoid of all past
charm,
She runs around boasting about a
lion,
Holding my grandson’s head towards
me I am now enlightened.
The Bacchus is responsible for such
a sight,
My hands are shaking with fright,
She continues to brag about her
act,
If she finds out how will she
react?
Lord Bromius has completed his
rage,
To which I have no chance to
assuage,
His anger is completely just,
But Lord this is too much!
The people of Thebes are turning
away in disgust,
I hold my hands in a strong clutch,
Sorrow upon me I must break the
spell,
By bringing forth details that I
retell.
Released from her hold she now knows,
There is nothing left to impose,
He arrives majestically from above,
I beg and plead for love.
But the great one gives me none,
So now my daughters and I are
shunned,
However there’s no end to my
sorrow,
As I fear for tomorrow.
I soon will lead a band of savages,
Up the rivers and Greek passages,
No rest for the weary.
Pentheus’s Hubris (Inspiration from Game of Thrones)
Who are you the proud king said,
that I must blow so low?
Only a playboy of well toned build,
that’s all the truth I see.
A wreath of vines, a long
fennel-stalk,
A prophet of the mad,
And I will drive these apostates
out,
With sharpened swords and spears.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
The arrogant King of Thebes.
But now winds blow through his
home,
With no one left over there,
Yes now winds blow through his
home,
With not a soul there.
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