That afternoon in Greece, I thought,
a sea-nymph hid in every cave,
That I might spy a Hydra or,
Poseidon on an emerald wave.

For here there was the kind of air,
that blew like perfume through the mind.
And like the lotus made you dream,
and want to leave the world behind.

There were so many things to see,
an infant I was not and yet,
I felt just like a child as I,
beheld the strange new alphabet.

I took a pomegranate, and
I slit the hard and sturdy rind,
As memories of a tale I'd read,
came flooding back into my mind.

And while  I held the bleeding fruit,
I put its rubies to my lips,
And thought of poor Persephone,
who ate the pomegranate pips.

I wondered if I,too,might end,
up in a palace underground,
With Hades for a husband as,
the shadows followed me around.

The golden hour had faded now,
and day was drawing to a close,
The rooftops and the gleaming domes,
were bathed in amethyst and rose.

And once the night-time had arrived,
I sat beneath a giant moon,
And stared up at the firmament,
where all the diamond stars were strewn.

The world became my Nursery,
the Moon a Pearl hung from a thread,
And comets were but glitter as,
they rustled softly overhead.

The constellations came to life,
like sparkling creatures of the air,
I saw the flash of Perseus' sword,
Medusa's wriggling serpent-hair.

And from my Cradle now I gazed,
around myself with childlike eyes,
And stared in breathless wonder as,
a shower of perseids lit the skies.