Ghairo Daniels Poet Sapphic stanza

Sappho’s Obsidian Dream

She who perceived what dusky tones to lyric
visions and visitations drifting sea beats
her obsidian deep in bowels of rock
mermen watching neat

River spirit maidens ask freedom's turquoise 
within midnight's black grimace God gleams white light 
against rainfall sky her fair deploy was 
Love's only employ 

Sappho's obsidian dust incubating 
on Earth ~ Aphrodite's coal its sound inert
no beetles can roam its aura's fast converts
implacable hurts —

Muse awaited no crown pharoah’s lips fleshy
in cosmic time concept will bell excell 
grecian pudding spiced hot on cypress table
obsidian spell

Soft dew drops upon unbound black hair curling 
sprinkling coloured leaves of body's flesh tree
jet night pale blossoms wrapping barefeet pitch
woman cracked stone itch … 

Amidst obsidian leaking indigo 
Sappho's loamy dream creating blackout moon 
sleepy swoons across mossy floor encircle 
legs entwine quirkle — 

Hierophants composed illusion stories
she did not believe, dark related truth’s scout 
as sure as fire heats every sunset closing
Sappho’s stone reigns clout ~

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Daniel Henry Rodgers August 17, 2026 at 9:22 AM Dear Ghairo, such a rich, volcanic, mythical intensity to how you construct this portrait of creative and spiritual autonomy. Society often pushes comfortable "illusion stories", polished myths designed to keep us compliant or contented on the surface. But I believe your Sappho is framed here as a "truth’s scout," someone willing to descend into the raw, dark, unvarnished depths of human feeling and sensory experience to find what’s real. It’s atmospheric, fiercely authentic, and carries a elemental power. Rich and deeply evocative work, Ghairo. Blessing, Daniel