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Iphigenia

enigmaticagentalice:

They say
her face will launch a thousand ships,
They call her darling, sweetheart, baby, love,
The honeyed words drip rotten from their lips,
Her father watches from above,
or so they say.
Born from a golden egg, a little dove
that brought no peace.

I know
He calls me precious, baby, sweetheart, dear,
And ties me to a stone.
His face is lined with age and fear.
My father holds an earthly throne.
I know,
the wind will dance for me alone.
The innocence of Greece.

I hope
they feel it as they lie awake.
The breeze bought with my life.
And savour every breath they take,
the young Prince and his stolen wife.
I hope
the workings of his silver knife
will bring my father glory.

I hope
the men come home from war,
their strong arms freed from oars and whips,
to hold their wives and bleed no more.
I’ll be the wind that speeds their ships.
I know
she’ll be the song on all their lips.
It never was my story.

wikiwalking:

Andromache: Blown, overlaid, cameo-carved etching in lead glass via the Corning Museum of Glass
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wikiwalking:

Andromache: Blown, overlaid, cameo-carved etching in lead glass via the Corning Museum of Glass

nicoleloveswalt:

(Ajax drags Cassandra away from the statue of the goddess at which she had taken refuge. Lycurgus Painter, Red figure pottery, c. 370-360 BC)

nicoleloveswalt:

(Ajax drags Cassandra away from the statue of the goddess at which she had taken refuge. Lycurgus Painter, Red figure pottery, c. 370-360 BC)

Helen Drabble I

drmadwoman:

it was merely a matter of time

Alone among mortals, godborn Helen could look into the luminous eyes of Aphrodite and walk away with her sanity. She dreamed of those eyes for many years after that day on the battlements of fair Troy, carried them with her until she was old and worn and forgotten at last. Not even Zeus’ daughter could forget such eyes.

Terrible and bright they were, many colors and then no color at all, and no human could ever hope to meet Aphrodite’s gaze and hope to understand. Alone among mortals, the Spartan Queen could look and guess.

Aphrodite had the eyes of a thing that had been born but had never grown, had never learned that there was ever such at thing as consequences, or regret.

She was a creature fashioned from and for love; reckless love, enduring love, love sprung and spent in a night, love that burned all that it touched, love that threw down the mighty towers of men and sent the kites to feast on the dead and love that drove human and beast alike to frenzy, love that drank blood and slew children and brought widows over the sea in chains and swallowed the spirit whole.

To look in the face of the Goddess of Love  was to see the very edge of human reason, and the long fall just beyond; Helen had looked, and she had not wavered.

She reminded herself of this when she learned of Iphingenia’s death, and Cassandra’s, and of Clytemnestra’s red red hands and wailing Andromache’s enslavement, and the thousand other tragedies that had come of love.

Helen had looked, and had not wavered.

medleypond:

BEAUTIES LEFT BEHIND ; a modern!myth mix | [one] ari (ariadne), the southern beauty with a heart as open & warm as her home, seduced & swindled by delicious con man teddy. / [two] nessa (clytemnestra), the army wife turned scarlet murderess, crazed with grief for her dead baby girl. / [three] penny (penelope), pining for the husband whose body was never found overseas, plagued by new courters. [four songs each]
i. broken chariot - cocorosie | ii. ribbons - ingrid michaelson | iii. dead in the water - ellie goulding | iv. better off - haim | v. crown on the ground - sleigh bells | vi. the beast - laura marling | vii. my song 5 - haim | viii. poison apple - charlene kaye | ix. wings - birdy | x. winter - daughter | xi. ghost - sir sly | xii. gravediggress - cocorosie

medleypond:

BEAUTIES LEFT BEHIND ; a modern!myth mix | [one] ari (ariadne), the southern beauty with a heart as open & warm as her home, seduced & swindled by delicious con man teddy. / [two] nessa (clytemnestra), the army wife turned scarlet murderess, crazed with grief for her dead baby girl. / [three] penny (penelope), pining for the husband whose body was never found overseas, plagued by new courters. [four songs each]

i. broken chariot - cocorosie | ii. ribbons - ingrid michaelson | iii. dead in the water - ellie goulding | iv. better off - haim | v. crown on the ground - sleigh bells | vi. the beast - laura marling | vii. my song 5 - haim | viii. poison apple - charlene kaye | ix. wings - birdy | x. winter - daughter | xi. ghost - sir sly | xii. gravediggress - cocorosie

The Trojan Women

nickyvdwatt:

The women of the shore,
Are lost and finding ways
To loose, to be victims,
As epic’s tragedies.

The queens of history
Are poets all in verse.
Their woe lives eternal;
These women, Troades.

Born and reared to be slaughtered for a fathers crime; the sorry victim of a fathers prayer.

Iphigenia Among Taurians, Euripides (via iphigenia2)

transistoradio:

Gustave Moreau, Study of Helen (c.1890), oil on cardboard. Collection of Musée Gustave Moreau, Paris, France. Via WikiPaintings.
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transistoradio:

Gustave Moreau, Study of Helen (c.1890), oil on cardboard. Collection of Musée Gustave Moreau, Paris, France. Via WikiPaintings.

dark-siren:

Here, have some almost entirely rubbish Greek myth Cassandra/Electra fic.  Because if I tinker with it anymore I’ll go MAD.  /o\

Title: watch her play her part in a long fixed fable
Pairing: Cassandra/Electra
Rating:  R
Summary:  Electra asked her, “Why me?” breathed like a prayer she was afraid the gods would hear.
Word Count:   714
Warning:  Implied rape and deaths that take place off-screen, reference to future death.
Content notes: This does take place in the aftermath of the Trojan War, and it is Greek myth, so those warnings are applicable and there for a reason.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.  The characters mentioned within belong to their respective owners, and I am making no profit off this fanwork.

I have a much, much longer thing I’m trying to work on for these two, but this just popped into my head last night and I wanted to get it out and try something from Cassandra’s point of view. (Please note, I operate under the theory here that Cassandra wasn’t actually mad, people simply decided she was, because where else would she get those crazy ideas from?) Unbeta’d.

It should also be noted that Gemma Arterton is always my Electra, and Alina Serban is pretty much who I think of when picturing Cassandra.

(For the record, I’m still not entirely happy with this, but if I don’t get it out I’ll sit on it for ages and never be happy with it.)

Title from Jesca Hoop’s Born To (lyrics here).

watch her play her part in a long fixed fable (AO3 link; lj and dw coming soon.)

She then achieves what no other woman has been able to do since Helen at Troy. Using the ruse of the movable bed, she makes Odysseus lose his self-control and thereby reveal himself when it suits another, not himself, for him to do so. She has tricked the trickster, unmasked the stranger. From this position of strength, she relents, embracing her husband.

The Unknown Odysseus (via polytropia)