Spring Poppies at the Acropolis

                                       Marble stained with the blood of history...

                                    Every spring a reminder of what has passed. 

    

             

                     

                              As if the shadows beneath force their way through the ages

                                 In the form of the delicate poppy dancing on their graves.

                                     

                                      

                                         The poppies at the Acropolis frolic in the sun,

                                  

                                              

                                              Nestled amongst the weeds and ruins...

                                   

                              

                                   A ruby reminder of those brave souls we can't forget...

   

         

                                                         We must never forget. 

                                                      Frannie from that Greek blue! 

The Poppies at Delphi

Oh to be in Delphi, now that Spring is there....

.... to breathe sage-scented air

.... to revel in the joy of finding blood-red poppies shouting: "look at me" 

"look at me"

... to walk the Sacred Way 

.... along the path of ancient pilgrims

 .... to gaze in awe at the Omphalos
the Navel 
the centre of the ancient world

... to catch my breath as I drink in the view across the Pleistos Valley from Mt Parnassus

.... again

and again ....

....to sit among the columns of the Temple of Apollo

..... and to stand at the cornerstone of all things thespian

  

.... where the theatrical and musical events of the Pythia games took place

.... and more importantly,

to just be me .... 

at my place ....

 the Temple of Athena 

 For to visit Delphi is to touch your soul

 A place to rest 
A place to breathe
A place to dream

Especially now....

.... that the poppies are there!