When the volcano exploded
and there were no books
to tell you
this was not the first -
you created myth
to explain
flood, hurricane,
disease and earthquake -
for each you called a spirit.
Later belief in one higher god
and science banished myth
to darkness
but sometimes on the hill
still
we hear the chanting,
feel the reverence
for the spirits
of earth.
Mythology for Totally Optional Prompts
For an earlier poem inspired by mythology, follow the link below:
Mythologies of the Moon.
20 comments:
Chicken and egg? Smoke and fire?
No matter; the tales make great reading, as does this piece.
Lovely.
wow
this--
"but sometimes on the hill
still
we hear the chanting,
feel the reverence
for the spirits
of earth."
excellent
I really like the last verse too and wonder could there not be a smidgen of truth to it...Beautiful Juliet.
Spirits of Earth. I believe in that!
slithering snakes
excellent.
as for myself, i much prefer the chanting on a hill to that one superior god thing (temped to use a stronger word here) although neither works for me
You make it look easy - the comparison of myth and reality is wonderful!
I believe that chanting is in our blood, our very DNA, perhaps because we are connected to the cosmos. This is perfect in form, cadence, and line breaks.
This is just a wonderul poem! It captures the essence of mythology in a nutshell.
Very nice!
And thanks for coming by to comment. It's so wonderful to discover another writer who is also fascinated by science!
Thought provoking. I like it. Thanks David Mascellani
Yes, myths persist and often offer comfort.
I really like it.
I find my mind - is full of myth.
What I like most about this one is that it retains that ethereal feeling of spirituality.
Animism in action. Well put.
The poem reads like a wise woman sitting at a fire, chanting about the ways of old. Beautiful simplicity, and imaginative too.
It's a lovely poem. The first and the last verses are truly enchanting!
I liked this one a lot. I followed your link to the Mythologies of the Moon poem, too. Love the imagery of the full and waning moon.
Hi Crafty! Those spirits are what fill my soul! Really beautiful poem -- truly lovely.
:)
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