Ibykos Fragment 286, circa 564 BCE
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Come spring, the grand
apple trees stand
watered by a gushing river
where the maidens’ uncut flowers shiver
and the blossoming grape vine swells
in the gathering shadows.
Unfortunately
for me
Eros never rests
but like a Thracian tempest
ablaze with lightning
emanates from Aphrodite;
the results are frightening—
black,
bleak,
astonishing,
violently jolting me from my soles
to my soul.
Originally published by The Chained Muse
Ibykos, also spelled Ibycus, was an ancient Greek lyric poet. Ibykos was included in the canonical list of melic poets by the scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria. Originally from Rhegium in Magna Graecia, Ibykos is believed to have moved to Samos during the reign of the tyrant Polykrates (c. 538–522 BCE).
Categories:
thracian, desire, emotions, feelings, garden,
Form: Verse
THERE ARE ORDINARY THINGS UNDER THE SUN
BUT DONALD TRUMP IS NOT ONE
Let us speak of ordinary things
Such as Thracian wars and ascendancy of kings
Consulting Greek writers of the Second Sophistic
Might provide insight that must be intrinsic
Then we can move to the more mundane
Asia Minor's thousand gods might help to explain
Why there continues a lack of wisdom and intelligence
Which is sine qua non for a paucity of eptness
These virtues are lacking in one who purdures to astound
How a gasbag of hot air can remain earthbound
He retains characteristics of cosmic black holes
Knowledge falls in but where it goes no one knows
Categories:
thracian, allegory, allusion, fantasy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
In the southern mountains of Bulgaria
A gruesome discovery had been made
They uncovered hundreds of skeletons
Of vampires that were slayed
They had religious charms beside them
To stop the dead from rising again
And iron stakes still protruding
From their chests of their remains
In the Slavic villages everywhere
Plagues had broken out
And anti-Vampire rituals
Were common scenes throughout
This plague had started to ravage
Populations of medieval times
Hysteria had gripped the people
From the walking dead at night
So the people created an image
In the form of two graves
To resemble the Virgin Mary
With child to keep evil away
In the ancient city of Thracian
Stands a hilltop citadel
In the ruins of Perperikon
A truly living hell
Based On A True Story
© Copyright KC.Leake
4th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
thracian, death, history, horror, mystery,
Form: Rhyme