We all have a background hum to our brains that we have picked up from various places. I’ve been trying lately to write my version of the Greek myths, odd spatterings of which hum in the background of my life.
Demeter is one of my favourites, Demeter is the cause of winter, she grieves each year as her daughter Persephone returns to the underworld to her husband, Hades. Then when her daughter comes home the earth comes to life again.
Echo is another, she was a nymph who fell in love with Narcissus, the boy infamous for falling in love with his own face. She was cursed by the Gods to echo the last words of the speaker, so could only sadly repeat the last words he spoke to her. He left her and she pined away to a shadow of herself, her echo is all that remains of her.
Clytie a water nymph fell in love with Apollo the sun god. Each day he drew his chariot across the sky, casting the his radiance over the earth. She would sit and watch daily, her water bound body in the same place. Apollo never noticed her, as the years passed she did not move. Her face flowered, petals sprang and her legs turned to the stem of a plant, the sunflower began life.
These are the three I remember most vividly from when I first read the Greek myths, I recently tried to write the Pygmalion myth into a poem, the results of which are on here: http://poetry-24.blogspot.com/2011/06/metharme.html a blog which posts poems based on the daily news.
Be trying some more soon!