I nodded carefully.
‘Yes, I have heard the stories.’
When he said nothing,
I tore my eyes away from
a meadow of blood-red flowers
to look at his perplexed expression.
His tone was quiet and measured.
‘What is it, Hekate, that you seek?’
I could not tell him. The war may have been over,
but even the dead sometimes spoke
about the eternal resentments
the Gods bore towards each other.
One wrong word, and the Olympian
in him would be unleashed.
Before I Could Speak
I saw something move.
When I turned to look
at what it was, my body
turned entirely rigid.
At first glance it looked like
a strange rock on the hill,
but on closer inspection,
I realized that these
were the glittering scales
of not one but two serpents.
Terrifyingly large, they raised
their flat heads, split eyes
trained upon me and Hermes.
And then, slowly, they began
to glide their enormous
