Sonnet II: Exiles

More tragic are those Gods who still remain.
Olympus fell; yet cast about Them thrice,
You’ve wrapped Them up in filthy sheets of ice;
And jeer that none will recognize Their Reign.

Though hidden in plain sight, so great remain
These Paragons of Beauty; Their Devices–
Their Sublime Creations–could entice,
Enlighten, and inspire, if Their Domain
Were not so hidden, frozen, and unclear.

Yet through your filth, such Gods might still be seen;
Though locked beneath a century’s demean.
If one unbidden eye should chance to turn,
A mortal soul might taintless beauty learn;
And this is what you meretricious fear.

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2 responses to “Sonnet II: Exiles

    • I have very often vacillated upon whether to use “Atlantis” in the stead of “Olympus.” There are pitfalls and merits to both. Still, I am undecided. I have removed the reference to “Asgaard” as I thought it muddied the waters, so to speak.

      “Olympian” has been oft applied to those creators of which I write—at least by me. And it rather avoids the greater pitfalls which would come from describing these same as “Atlantean”–that way lie “crystal huggers” and “pyramidiots,” to quote our colleague in the Egyptian Antiquities Bureau.

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