Pallas Athena
by Louise C. Callaghan
The goddess threw her warring
spear aside
and her shield...It seems to me
three decades later,
and morethe sad arc of her helmet
is bowed for
some mortal loss:that gentle-eyed Pallas
was the psalm
of her sadness.With love's arms around her
they wrestled and played,
girl and goddess,tasseled wings mingled
with lustrous
oil-dark hair,how perfectly
they matched.
I can almost hear them laugh.But too easily she snapped.
In pity and sorrow,
Athena took her name.
©louise c. callaghan