- I wanted to write a poem to Athena; she was the first
goddess that I ever realized had a
hand in my 'self'. So I wrote this one as a sort of an invocation to her
in me.
with her helm tucked under her arm
with the golden brightness of her Ęgis
with the shining of her shield
and her flame-tipped spear.
with a mind keener than all else
with her eyes flashing the grey of storms
with her body one of a woman's shape
and a tongue that speaks wisdom.
with my grey eyes to worship her
with a mind that is my shield for others
with a heart that burns with a desire for wisdom
in my woman's shape, I would be her daughter.
© Anne Cross, 1997
Created: November 20, 1997
Last updated: March 19, 1998
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