Give my love to the cypresses,
the gnarled, hard-bitten Acropolis guard,
and give my regards to the hardy nerantzi
that flower on toxic boulevards.
Tell the wistful desires of my heart
to Athena Pronaia's olives at Delphi,
clustering round the white tholos like bridesmaids,
protecting the elegant shrine.
Ask them to spare a blessing for me,
that I may weather adversity…
Against the evil eye
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2007
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