DAY #50: Playing Catch-Up with Neglected Neptune

Yes, the ancient creator of horses has been feeling neglected indeed, and so we give him another day in appeasement.

More wonderful odes from Aeon Woodford.

Ode: To Neptune

By Aeon Woodford

The Mystic Neptune, transcendent, gives us cause

To focus out on where his sphere does spin,

Immanent, conversely, gives us pause

To meditate on treasures deep within.

Melodic harp and strings, which culminate

In crowning exaltation—mystic choir,

A tribute to thine other worldly state

That draws us always deep—yet ever higher.

The brilliant, buoyant objects of thy state

Countless fathoms ‘neath tumultuous brine

From bubble perch we bobbl’ing contemplate

Primordial ooze, distracted from thy grand design.

If this protective shell would popping, break our stance,

Then finally we’d rejoin the great expanse.

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

DAY #46 - A Poetic Bonanza!

Wow!  There has been a lot of composing going on at LEA 4 in the past few days.  Thank you one and all!  Remember, get your work submitted in the next few days to have it be considered for presentation with the Poems & Stories of the Planets on May 28th!

Aeon Woodford has written a series of odes, each as wonderful as its predecessor.  I'll feature them over several days.

The ode is one of the classic forms of poetry.  To learn more about the ode as a form ( and be linked to several great examples), visit the Poetry Foundation, who provide terrific glossary information on poems and poetry.

Ode: to Jupiter

By Aeon Woodford

Sanguine Bringer of Jollity, King of gods, 

Jupiter, thou deity beyond all praising! 

So, toward Olympus we’d transcend the sod

That on thy visage we’d then be gazing.

Cascading pastel ribbons like colored glass,

Translucent veils concealing and revealing—

Joined with waltzing strings and urban brass—

Assure us in the presence we’ll be kneeling.

Up the winding stairs we climb to chance

To meet the one who brings the Jollity.

A festive dais where we may drink and dance

And join the ruler of all polity.

Then Danae, Leda, and others who met him we recall—

And unobtrusively we tip-toe from the hall. 

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!