Athena’s Poppy

No owls, no olive trees. I walked through the ruins of the ancient town of Priene, now a wilderness, ancient groves run wild, to the top of the hill, where the remnants of the temple to Athena, goddess of wisdom and war, stood in a clearing. Broken pieces of columns are scattered about, like a jigsaw puzzle made of stone cog-wheels. Between them grow spring flowers. I saw a solitary poppy, the memorial flower of a hundred year old war, finding space to grow up to fatuous sunbeams. The ruins are about one and a half thousand years old. I stood there and wondered what it would look like in another one and a half thousand years. Would the wilderness have reclaimed it by then?

Debbie | Friendly Friday | Lens Artists 48 | Nancy Merrill | Nurturing Thursday

By I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.


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