I am the weeping stone,
you see in Asia Minor.
I was born to Tantalus,
and Amphion garlanded me.
But now I stand on Mount Siphylus,
with rock face and weeping eyes.
I lost my kids for my pride.
I boasted and got Leto's wrath.
Apollo,the sun god slayed my sons.
Arthemis, killed my ladies too.
As a lost mother,I am imprisoned
in this Phyrgian rock alive,
and with streamed water.
I am Niobe,the subject of vengeance,
And the tragic mother of Thebes.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
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Sunday, March 3, 2019
Niobe,the weeping stone
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