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No synonyms to find
in the thesaurus;
no eponyms to mind,
relating to Theseus.
So why wasn’t he,
this man of mythology,
an eponym in Greek
for some part of memory?
He forgot – quite a lot!
isn’t that what it’s for?
After all, was it not
his main trait of story?
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For instance, that goddess
he sexed on the shore
of Naxos, an island –
But wait! this is one
of only much more.
To mix man with goddess
the gods will deplore.
Unholy or holy,
or Princess she were,
“Ariadne” in Greek
means holiness there,
and himself, being Greek,
had he not been aware?
They say he forgot her
and never looked after;
he simply abandoned
old Minos’ daughter.
Forgetting is one thing,
but many, is poor;
perhaps, myth excludes
a hero from ethos –
She was, if not more
than the daughter of Minos.
Goddess or Princess,
no harm come to Theseus;
at the end, she was saved:
She married Dionysus.
Keep gods to the gods;
mix man, and disorder.
A goddess with man
meant certain disaster.
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And here’s yet another,
of two friends in pact,
where each marry daughters
of gods, lacked respect
for the natural order –
Had he no circumspect?
Man is mere mortal,
yet this they forget!
Theseus and Pirithous,
no names they beget!
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Now, Theseus took Helen,
at which time was seven:
That’s fine, for time;
he could save her for later.
But Pirithous, of course,
the other abettor,
he had his sights set
on something much lower.
Persephone, sought he,
Demeter’s young daughter.
That she was married to Hades,
well, that didn’t matter;
she was the goddess
Pirithous was after.
Was all this not taboo?
Did Theseus forget?
Man is but mortal,
the gods need respect.
And when these two friends
traversed to world’s end,
there Hades met them
and bade them come in.
A good host was Hades,
receiving at home;
all along, though, he knew
just why they had come.
He bade them both sit down
on chairs hewn of stone,
where there both became stuck
for years upon end.
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And Theseus in time
escapes and goes home,
leaving his best friend
still stuck upon stone.
He must have forgotten
when he struck off alone,
he must have forgotten
why both there had come.
But friends are still friends,
‘til one’s left alone.
An eponym for that?
Most probably none.
If not then, for memory;
nor that, irreligious,
what then best befits
an eponym for Theseus?
Oh, myths are just stories,
sewn from whole cloth
on heroes, their forays,
forgot, then made up.
Then again, maybe once
at sometime there were
words for our hero,
not fit to print here.
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©2014, Marvin Welborn
26 July 2014.