#ariadne
the storm rolls on
cows dance their hooves across the sand;
In the grey-dark shadow of thunder
you horns gleam silver as the crescent moon
Whisk me away before the wind.
With nothing gained for nothing to lose
It is not a man come save me
but a bull
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
A toast to the two of us
Left behind, forgotten over time
Used as pawns of pleasure and tossed aside
Maps to hidden treasures abandoned after the journey
A toast to the two of us
On this day where we are one
Where I see you
And you see me
Ariadne
A toast to you,
For no particular reason
A toast to us,
For all that we can be
Let the stars commemorate this day
So for eternity we can see it
Carved into the sky
And no one will ever forget or use you again
A toast to us,
For all that we will be
Let my love be enough for you
To quell your tears and give you joy forever
To Hades and back, my dedication to you is eternal
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC
Betrayed
By Theseus left forgotten
Afraid
Those sweet lies were rotten
Miserable
Forsook her own kin
Vulnerable
Eros forced her to sin
Discarded
Like a worthless soul
Brokenhearted
Never again to feel whole
Suicidal
What had she done?
No revival
And nowhere to run
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC
The son of Aegeus, the stories have said
Had entered a maze with nothing but a thread
He would have been lost in the Cretean halls
If not for a gift that was unwrapping on the floor
And when he neared the Labyrinth's core
And heard a monstrous, petrifying roar
He bravely continued in his steps
Two turns right and one turn left
Then entered a room without a ceiling
Greeted he was by a figure unappealing
Disgusted by the abominable sight
He stood firm, got ready for a fight
The creature watched, got on all fours
And in two seconds, not less, not more
Charged the hero that he just met
Theseus quickly out of charge-path leapt
To let the bull-man hit a wall
Stone was chipped, fell on the floor
And the hero jumped, forced bull-man down
Strangled him till he made no sound
He picked up again Ariadne's thread
To the princess he owed a massive debt
For he followed it back to start
Where Ariadne, loving and smart
Was waiting for his victorious return
So that they could then turn
And escape
As two lovers joined through divine fate
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
With you, I gladly
dance the sleepwalkers' waltz, yet
still, while on my way
to descend, picking
up the thread by following
Ariadne's line,
like vigilant ones,
I would rather desire to
be on the watch by your side.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
Mother spinster’s sporcy spindle spaed a specious spider splenetically spinning a sparkling specimen of the spired and spherically eggish; still though spinose although sporadic, seemingly soft, deceivingly so, sacred, secret special place to stave off such besetments!
Her enchantment’s curse, no less the worse, arachnid terse in webs of verse, or plainly verse we shall rehearse from high above to stage below or thought to hanging from strangely gallows, the sickly web a trap thus cloven of heaven’s weaver said to woven in all her life never betrothen, she cast aside all such resentments!
And so Old Mother Hubbard then went to the cupboard speaking her cursed ways…
Along came Ariadne, the spider beside thee, winding her spinning, pointing thus pinning upon her the blame for all days. With no voice to speak, evading flood did she seek, a way up from the sea on the laurels of Mother’s uprooted tree. So was it ended, uprooted, upended, the guilt, blame and controversy. Umun-Hubbur, Humwawa, Humbaba, star-weaver and Hubbard and Ariadne!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC