Pallas
How does it feel? I mean, honestly.
You have created a name for yourself through me.
I now have nothing.
You have taken, no, stolen my past.
They are all on your side now.
Take care of them.
Muddy memories stand no chance against the present.
And when I try to confront the ignorant little bitch that did this,
I get nothing.
In your glorious life,
I hope it hits you hard.
I wish upon you
Everything you deserve.
This post is a poem I wrote for an assignment for my Greek and Roman Mythology class. I'm just going to summarize the myth because I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention that class...
Athena, goddess and daughter of Zeus, and Pallas, a human, grew up as best friends. One day the two girls were training for combat when Pallas landed a powerful blow against Athena. It was only training, so they used wooden weapons to practice, but Zeus, up on Mt. Olympus, being the overprotective father that he is, immediately separated the two girls (somehow...?). Pallas did not know what was going on, and why she was pushed away so suddenly, and Athena decided to take advantage of her startled opponent. She attacked Pallas, but without realizing her godly strength, killed her friend instantly.
Gods and goddess' in mythology do not ever really lose loved ones because gods generally don't die, nor do they befriend humans (generally...), thus they have no experience in grief or mourning.
Athena apparently kept living as if Pallas had never died, and when questioned about her missing friend, she would reply with, "Pallas? Pallas is not dead. She is living inside of me now."
According to my prof., this is similiar to a multiple personality...And Athena is sometimes referred to as Pallas-Athena, or even just Pallas.
I am always trying to be unique; doing new, creative things... I tend to write from different perspectives a lot. The only example I can think of is a poem/song I wrote for Hamlet. I wrote it from the perspective of the dead king in the beginning who was killed by his brother....
This poem is the perspective of Pallas, as if her soul was, in fact, absorbed into Athena.
It has nothing to do with any person in my life. I realise after re-reading it, that it could have been taken the way. I have been approached by two people who are close to me who think it is about them. I apologize greatly for making it seem so.
2 Comments:
Green and Roman mythology. It sounds very intruiging indeed.
I loved this poem.
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