(Just - it’s a good title okay, don’t hate me for this.)
I hear Athenas war cry in the shouts of protests, fighting a war now closer to home, I see her in the young women with picket signs clenched tightly in their fists
Hera curses the names of abusers. The ones who break families and marriages. Her voice heard in the wedding bells of young lovers.
Poseidon now resides in a beach home. Going out every night to pick the trash left by the day. Shooting daggers at the drink men letting their bottles be swept away
Persephone resisted in those who used to be so full of hope and light and are now slightly guarded. The ones with the small smile as they see the old things they loved, the ones that protect their friends with the power of hell in those eyes that have underlying kindness
I feel Hestia in the hearths of every home. When families gather together for celebrations, and stay warm together. The chestnut browns of the soft cushions laid down on the floor and the flickering sparks of the flames dancing in the fireplace providing warmth to those seated. (By @ClumsyQueen )
I see Apollo every morning lighting up the world, I hear him in the radio, bringing happiness and reassurance to others throughout music.
I sense Artemis whenever in the presence of wild. I see her in the forests, deep and dark. I see her moonlit face each time I look up the stars and the moon. I hear her in every child's first cry and the last breath of an animal before going down. The silvery moon and stars remind me of the maiden huntress everytime I gaze upon them. (By @ClumsyQueen )
I feel Hebe sitting in a playground, watching the youth of the nation play as if their lives depend on it, hoping they never loose their innocence or imagination.