Athena

  

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Salute. 

I dreamt of a great golden portal

Of entering

A doorway 

With its boundaries 

Covered in sparkling diamonds 

To reappear 

In a bleak wood 

And a lady

Dressed from head to toe in white 

Appeared like a dark-haired beautiful siren

In the middle of that solitude 

Announcing her presence in the accompanying moonlight 

With luscious red lips and mesmerising blue eyes

Within that

Woodland glade 

As she stood 

Emanating a bright silver and opaque light

Amongst the watching audience's of hidden nightingales 

Crows and black and white stones

She spoke

I once knew you in another lifetime

From centuries past 

So long ago

When you once sacrificed

All you had 

when you remembered 

You were once mine

Would you know in 2022

Still, stand bravely beside me

Beyond all of your new lifetime's consequences or hate crimes

And shamelessly share with me

All your hidden emotions

From the beating treasure chest 

Of your innermost desires

Carried and represented like silver nickels and endless dimes 

Before your own 

Great Bell chimes

To still embrace me

In here with all you once had 

When you remembered again

You were previously anointed as mine

As she spoke 

Just before I awoke

She looked me in the eyes 

And we exchanged these lasting words of farewell

With the ringing of this 

My golden invocation bell

I now cast a new spell

As the incense rises 

To usher in a new age 

A fresh well of knowledge 

To drink from

Until you're sated

As we walk back home and turn the Great books many unread pages

Now together

Hand in hand 

To wander free 

Never again to be 

Flagellated

In the envious green eyes from every nation

Towards the Great Old Oak Tree

To sit

Amongst the bluebells

And daisies 

By the Holy Sea

For all the watching 

Angels and spirits 

To our reunion 

See

Risking spiritual utlegation and all outward tales of temptation 

For what will be 

Will be

So mote it be

What says you

Will you follow

This eternal oracle of Apollo 

A Goddess who sings from beyond the many golden portals

From a place where visitors souls could be so easily slowly swallowed

As they are forever captured and collared

Like a new slave of the Great Reset 

Or shall I cancel this dream to one

You would rather forget 

Then like a ghost in the night 

She disappeared and left

Copyright John Duffy