Artemis
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In darkness, how she wanes and pulls Upon the weary salted tide, A sweet celestial body found Upon the lucid pinpricked sky;The faded morning’s shallow lightLeaves her shadow hovering,Silver shifting crescent moon,Cradled weight of gravity.
TO ARTEMIS
Artemis, virgin goddess,
Shrewd and warrior-hearted,
Hunter who is second to none,
Stag sniper, with a glistening golden rifle,
Imagine us
Under the moon
We ignore its beauty
Artemis gives light
In our days of old
Respect was common
The moon is our companion
Not just a figure, but a friend
They all ask,
so go ahead.
She always knows it's coming.
"How does it feel?"
It's always snickered,
under breath.
Like the brittle bones of their cowardice
I tell the tale of a family
violent and free and unpredictable
No soul would believe they existed in our everyday lives
Where have the Old Gods gone?
Athena walks around college campuses
Books in her bag
And a switchblade under her tongue
Olympic queen of bow and arrow
Artemis draws and releases
Target red, thirty meters
Breathe, anticipation
Wishing it onwards
In search of gold
Pierces true
Hear the
Cheers
I am alive
My mother, she fought to bring me
To the world, a small writing mass
And yet from first breath, I aided
Her, a lone child and her mother
And soon after labor, a brother
I am the hunt
you don't wanna cross my bow
or come near my arrow.
if i hear you insult my skill
you'll drop like a sparrow.
but words aren't the worst.
it's your eyes that are my concern.
Feminist or Feminazi?
No one knows the answer.
For the truth is, no one bothered to look any deeper.
Instead, they look at her and smirk and sneer in disgust,
Unaware of her stature as a high-ranking goddess.
Artemis
doesn’t actually care
if you’re celibate.
She protects virgin girls, yes,
but also women
(and men)
Apollo has sent his horses to rest
Artemis has come out to dance
So close your eyes
It’s time to sleep
But don’t forget to
Pray to the Gods to watch over you
As you sleep in blissful peace
Dear Artemis,
Stop blocking the TV,
And leave me be.
I just want to write my poems
And listen to music on my headphones.
I'm sorry
my fellow hunter,
I'm sorry.
Even though we had cared for each other.
Even though you had cherished me.
It was I who killed you.
I'm sorry
for my brother's jealousy.
