Flowers of Apotheosis
The sturdy Spartan youth, Hyakinthos,
was lucky that Apollon noticed him;
but, ill of fortune, jealous Zephyros
likewise admired his zeal and youthful vim,
and with a wind that put discus off course
made the light in his fair eyes to grow dim.
Before Apollon’s lovely face’s remorse
and his divine limbs caught his fallen form,
and lamenting nymphs in cries would grow hoarse,
Flora came to his side in petal’s storm
to transmute his wounds and blood to beauty,
and make his cold flesh in afterlife warm.
Her fragrant skin, scented sweetly fruity
revived his senses, returned him his soul–
now his transformation was her duty.
For every victory a flowered stole
she placed about his frame, and stacked up high
his frame from head to waist surrounded whole
with blossom garlands pleasing to the eye,
memorials for Apollon’s deep sigh.