Parthenon At Midnight
The harvest specter
of Artemis levitates
in midnight sky
beyond a temple's frail bones.
Her aura imbues the marrow
as haunted zephyrs breathe imperial runes
culled from quarries
in the scintillating saffron
emblazoning Apollo's halcyon.
Atop graveyards of heroes
pillars weep dry pebbles to Aegean eminence,
from Alexander's subjugated Persians
to Agamemnon’s trickery
on the plains of Troy.
When marble shadows lengthen
and drift in her shifting light
the moon goddess
stills all whispers
as she mourns the spectacle of bravura
retreating to dust.
6/20/18
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