a breathlessness
a flash of gold,
and I looked up to see
Hermes.
He landed before me
but before I could greet him
I saw his face,
a fear in his voice.
What would make
Hermes the Olympian,
Hermes the arrogant,
afraid…
He stumbled forward
and I caught him
before he fell,
his elegance a distant memory.
He clutched my arms
as, terrified, he looked
into my eyes.
‘War… war has come to Olympus.’
That Word
It was a cruel haunting.
The story of my childhood destroyed,
the trauma of my parents lost,
all connected to that one word,
a single, three-letter word:
War.
Of course there had been wars
between mortals,
the Gods ensured it.
