their divine voices,
nor how to use them,
and so I stepped back in shock
when Cadmus spoke.
‘Welcome, old friend,’
he addressed Hermes,
‘I trust your journey was safe?’
The corner of Hermes’ mouth lifted
in a crooked smile towards me.
‘For me, it was good as always.
I even gathered a cousin
as a companion on the journey.’
At this, Harmonia’s glittering eyes
turned to me, ‘And you, child?
I can see the golden Titanide
in you. Was your mother Mnemosyne?
Or are you the child of Tethys of the water?’
It was hard for me to say
my mother’s name. The rush
of pain that filled my throat forced me
to speak it in less cadence, more croak.
‘I am Asteria’s child. My name is Hekate.’
Cadmus and Harmonia
looked at one another and
an unreadable thought exchanged.
Then, with a hiss, Harmonia whispered,
‘You are welcome here,
child of War and Falling Stars.’
An Eternal Day
We sat together upon soft grass,
