Hephaestus
The wild horses run
bluish with waters of the twilight sky
on the thread of thought.
I trick them with silver horseshoes
and with bridles of gold,
with my spells and whispered charms
under the moon until dawn
from the threshold of my smithy.
How I would like to lie to steal them
beauty, freedom and grace,
but all that was destined for me is the incandescent metal
because i'm not one of them,
I slowly poured my hate into the forge of love
always striving to master beauty
with cunning and skill,
just as I painstakingly worked
at the enchanted throne
to seduce my Aphrodite.
Why such a fate
to one like me
an artisan so ugly?
connoisseur of light
sovereign of the volcanoes, the hearth fire and the tumult of the skies,
how I worked like a slave to make Pandora's box
with the claw of hate suffocating the untamed
and misunderstood love,
my disgusting ugliness crowned with such beauty
my poisoned gift, unleashed curse,
perfection sprouting from my gnarled hands.
When I limp tirelessly creating wonders
my mind flies to them
indescribably beautiful and free
and I dream of galloping together,
I sniff the smell of seaweed
with spicy aromas
of truffles, unknown potions,
intoxicating lures of the deep
all sent by Poseidon.
My fire fed with stirred poison
from the rage of never being loved
steals perfection from the wild horses
freezing it in the secret of rare metals,
but I can never
bite the shores of freedom
throwing sparks from basalt hooves
on sands caressed by the waves
along with them.
About this poem
This poem is about the torments of the ugly god Hephaestus who is an unparalleled creator of beauty.
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Written on January 26, 2024
Submitted by andradacia on January 26, 2024
Modified by andradacia on January 26, 2024
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