God Alpheus was at the Pythia.
He needed a plethora of feelings.
She looked at the ancient amphora.
Eudemonia would be clear in dreams.
The oracle wanted to help yet them.
Pythia having drunk, told the pure true.
She told: The Naiad was on the isle.
she is spring - such a heaven, so blue.
Pythia wrote for Apollo poetry
about dreamiest mysterious from wind,
as well as of stolen Golden Fleece
about apollonianly soft mirth.
Long live an eternal oracle!
May poems be the most delicate!
Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze, Poland. He’s formally educated in both law and German studies. Twice, he was the scholarship-holder of the Forum Alpbach: the village of thinkers in Tirol. He writes in Polish, German and Polish; he’s had successes in Germany in many anthologies of poetry.
EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING:
Amanati - Pythia