Son of the Sun

Phaëthon pleads with Helios, 

his father and god of the Sun, 

to let him play his part

for just one day:

to be given the reins

of his horses to ride

round the globe, and

though the idea seems

rash to his progenitor, 

the boy's persistence 

does end up victorious. 

 

But the bloom of youth, 

too sure of itself, 

fails to entertain 

the doom witnessed 

already by older eyes 

that have known

their share of sighs. 

 

And so Phaëthon tries, 

in his father's chariot

to chart a course, yet

chars the Earth instead, 

and she can't but protest

to Zeus, who rarely 

attempts to resolve

without the use of

a trusty thunderbolt. 

 

This tragic fate 

now awaits unfortunate 

Phaëthon, who never 

wanted wreckage, only

to prove worthy 

of such resplendent, 

daunting parentage. 

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Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Tue 31st May 2022 23:55

😂
Thank you so much, Pete! 😊

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Pete (edbreathe)

Tue 31st May 2022 18:14

Great , thanks again for allowing me access to my dictionary. Good stuff as usual

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 29th May 2022 01:48

Thank you so much, John, for your kind comment and encouragement, I'm always grateful! 😎

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John Botterill

Fri 27th May 2022 22:53

Fantastic poem Holden. I loved the hubris and the pathos. We've all been there, I suppose! ( Never demolished a gate though!)
Your skill in the telling of the story is phenomenal! 😎

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 27th May 2022 00:17

Thank you so much, Stephen! I'm really glad there were no literal thunderbolts in your case! 😃

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 26th May 2022 17:10

A very fine poem, Holden. My dad once regretted allowing me to use his motor bike, especially when I demolished the front gate.
No thunderbolts, though, at least not literally.

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