A god of Asiatic origin who was inserted into the Greek mythlogy: his name is a Semitic word ‘Adon’, meaning ‘the Lord’, and he was worshipped in many places.
Gods fight unseen battles,
creating armour out of
– gold sparks and
flints of lost nature.
Gods love in ways I cannot picture,
as, like the lazy swan who reaches up
to the skies of dreams,
months out of date,
Gods reach out to touch
the things that the dreams are made for.
They are my dreams that fall
- irrepressibly – into sink with you.
Adonis fought to be born,
Struggling against the bark that formed his
With a brittle ferocity, he clawed
Through the endless, unmoving membrane,
That he could not destroy.
Let me out, let me out,
He cried, the imprisoned bird,
Aware of the lock but having lost the key.
She came, her hands soft and melting
The wooden crust disintegrating
At the goddesses touch.
You came spilling through,
Crying into the world,
Spluttering at the heavy air.
But your mother could only watch,
And cry her leafy tears,
Which would collect, and rot, at her feet.