Red Anemones from Marathon
in Hermes Street, Athens
Drifting through the drizzle
along Hermes Street, towards Aiolou,
where the Messenger will meet
the street named for the winds,
I stop to buy a bunch of red anemones
from Marathon, delighted by
the sepals flaring round the purple
inner crowns, the silken domes
encircled by coronas of stigmata,
cilia of sage and violet
ringed by ivory areola.
I could see them dancing
on the ancient timvos, in my mind.
I could see us on the road
to Marathon, my son and I,
one morning with a blue
heroic sky, and all his life
before him; mine half spent,
yet still a singing lyre,
a vessel for sweet fire;
the two of us imbued with morning's
buoyancy, our spirits free,
responsive to the spring as two
Timvos - burial mound, as seen at Marathon, site of a bloody battle between Greeks and invading Persians in 460 BCE.
Anemone - derived from the Greek anemos, meaning ‘wind’.
Aiolus - a mythical figure associated with the winds
Jena Woodhouse is the author/translator/co-compliler of ten book and chapbook publications in various genres, including five poetry titles, most recently The Book of Lost Addresses: A retrospective (Picaro Poets 2020).