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Ares, Enyo, Greece, mythology, Queen of Hell, sonnet, war horse, Waster of Cities, with wild heartache
enyo tames her horse
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Once, long ago, a small girl, Enyo, tamed
a war horse. This was before she was known
as the “waster of cities” and was famed
for her blood-lust; being “Ares’ backbone”
in war. The horse came down from the rooftrees
of Mount Ita. Enyo heard his snorting,
clearing his nostrils to read the cool breeze.
At six she barely reached his nickering
muzzle; yet she did tame him. Strong of brawn.
Strong of bone. You know the rest. How the two
remained life-long comrades until he fell
at Thebes. How she, a myth from a bygone
era, went mad with wild heartache and slew
countless men, earning her name Queen of Hell.
Notes:
Ares is the Greek god of war and Enyo (sometimes described as his sister or his lover) has been described in some texts as “equal in violence” as the god, as well as being a war goddess herself.
Mount Ita (also spelled Ida) is one of two sacred mountains in Greek mythology. Both being called Ita, one is located on the island of Crete and the other in Anatolia (in modern-day Turkey). The mountains are associated with the goddesses Rhea and Cybele.
memories of my ghost sista 
You’re a bit of an education. Thanks. Trying to get to writing. Wife left for the pool…but she’s a photographer. She’ll probably have a Saga recorded on her cameras when she gets back and I’m sweating it out over a germ of a thought about an idea.
Later…
Then I’ll let alone so you can write, I do enjoy your blog so much, it’ll be a wonderful way to kick off the weekend with a good read! =)
I’ve tried to be cool, and failed miserably…so all I have left is to try and play the part of an interesting jester. Not always appreciated, but I was born for the part…so refine the release, and hope for the best. Oh, yeah…I communicate like this when I write, unless I’m on a roll. It fills the larger portion of my day, when I’m not on a roll, and often offers some new direction.
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haha, that’s ok, the important part isn’t how one communicates, it’s that one does it at all. in a world where most mail is 4 characters long and ends with LOL, it’s nice to get something substantial, good food for thought, as they say.
LOL…there…I started out with the laugh that isn’t a laugh, but “L” and “O” are so close, it’s easy to do and seem cheery. I’m so ignoarant of chat acronyms I often have to ask the wife what they mean. BTW got me for a while…thought Bachmann Turner Overdrive had arisen from the grave in some tattered re-incarnation, or corporate entity…Bachmann Turner World, or something.
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heehee, the second coming of BTO, it puts the whole “takin care of business” into a different light (or would “taking care of #1” be a better punch line?)
in any event, i must run out into the cold for a couple of hours and brave the elements. be back soon, hope your writing is fruitful today! cheers!
Good luck with that !
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She could return with tales of Ida…I can never be sure.
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Oh! That would be nice, any story about Greek myths (or not so mythical) is always welcome.
Always an adventure to have a chatty, social person like her in my life, since I am neither. She smiles for me when I can’t…is optomistic for me when I’m not…and tells me how dark I can get, when I can’t even see her. Something at work…
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hurrah for soul mates and well-matched partners! you are indeed blessed =)
You got that. If I let her see your comment she may get cocky…but she’s a bit like a butterfly, so I am fearless in the shadow of her consistancies.
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