Orion II by Sarah Mills

Orion, born of Euryale and Poseidon,
Could walk on waves to islands far
But a single sting stole his breath. 
Now his muscles are made of brightest star.

Fair Merope still loves the man
Who dared to attack Oenopion’s scion,
Still loves Orion
Even though now he does the heavens span. 

If only Zeus had refused to lift
The hunter to cerulean skies.
If only he had refused the gift
And Helios had not healed his eyes. 

If only loyal Cedalion had not guided the beast
To the oracle that bade him to uttermost east,
He would not stand for all to see,
Shining bright for eternity.

by Sarah Mills


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