Tag: Greek mythology

  • The princess fairy tale

    First of all, let me clarify that I don’t believe in fairytales where beautiful poor girls achieve social escalations by marrying handsome princes and kings. Nor am I keen on the affairs of modern-day royalty whose lives are not even desirable. And yet, the news of Princess Mako’s marriage to her college sweetheart despite forced delays and oppositions is worth writing about because it is a fairytale of the most beautiful kind becoming a truth in reality. Would it be a bit of a stretch if I relate Mako’s heartaches and ordeals to Psyche’s Wanderings and Trials set by Aphrodite to separate her son Eros from the insolent mortal? It also shows that the crowned cannot escape from the intoxication of the heart that is worth denouncing the pomp and circumstances.

    Marrying a commoner is no new in modern-day history, starting from Edward VIII’s marriage to the American divorcee Wallis Simpson and his descendants Princes William and Harry. While those mentioned above British royal members married those outside the peerages, they were not the average commoners working nine-to-five or even more or fewer hours in ordinary situations where they had to depend on the whims and caprice of their employers for the secure livelihood. But Mako’s case stands most excellently because she was determined to give up the whole royal privilege to live as a commoner by marrying the one who is not from a wealthy, not even above average family. Moreover, Mako refused to receive a considerable amount of money as a gift from the royal family for marrying a commoner. On the contrary, Harry and Meghan are considerably wealthy, living without day-to-day financial insecurity about what might happen tomorrow. Their surrendering the titles publicly will not forfeit their assets as in the case of foreclosure that many struggling hard-working Americans are unfairly subject to. After all, why do they need to hold the titular positions to make more money outside the palace? People flock to the brave Meghan and her ever-supportive husband, but why do they do when their happiness illustrates no emblem of sacrifice without a sense of proverbial entitlement?

    I cannot help but compare Mako and Kei to the famously showcased ex-royal couple Prince Harry and Duchess Meghan. Besotted by the sensual charm of his renegade, free-spirited wife, Harry decided to move his young family to Los Angles, California, for good. He joined her Dissent Division to criticize his long-time family for being racist and cold-hearted. On the contrary, Princess Mako never decried her dissenting royal families against her marriage to a commoner, nor did she rebel loudly against the constitutional monarchy outside Japan. Instead, Mako kept all of her affairs of the heart discreetly, remaining true blue to her beloved Kei despite public uproar about his below-than-expected family background for being of a problematic single-mothered household. Forget the stereotypical Japanese politeness and the prejudice on the East Asian women’s submissiveness. Her graceful acts and decencies flow from her natural disposition and upbringing, which I have hardly seen in the famous royal family members.

    Watching Mako and Kei looking at each other with the eyes exchanging affection with radiant smiles in their serenely happy faces put me into a pleasant mood to make me wish for their long and happy life together. Mako is a brave princess who surrenders herself to the love of her choice, even if it means giving up her title and privilege that would make her married life comparatively comfortable to ordinary people. Mako’s decision to live the life of an ordinary wife seems anachronistic and incongruent. Still, not everyone wants to be an Amazon or Scythian warrior, nor does she want to climb up the career ladder to prove her abilities. Mako’s declaration of independence signifies an act of exercising her right to happiness by living with someone she loved dearly. What else could she do to prove her worth for love? It is a beautiful fairytale dissolving to the truth.

  • Song to Artemis

    Stars sundry and allwhither
    Planets pompous and distant;
    But the Moon is only always
    Goddess excellently bright!
    Fairy Queen rides in her chariot,
    Ghosts rejoice in the moonlight
    Nature basks in moonbeams;
    I revel at sight wonderous
    Goddess excellently bright!

  • day stars

    The skies they are blue and boundless
    The stars they are serene and sightless
    The stars they are many and sightless;

    It is the day that invades the brilliance of the night
    With the glare of the fiery sun haughty downright;

    It is dreary with no menagerie of heaven’s beasts,
    Afloat in the abeyance of immemorial pasts

    It is gloomy with no festivals of ancient legends,
    Aglow in a heaven’s theater at their best acts.

  • meadow at dawn

    The first ray of light from heaven dispels
    The gray silence of night lost with lusters
    With pale hues of the sun in the soft sweetness
    Lingering in a lake of shimmering waters.

    Iris unfolds the wondrous seven colors
    Weaved into an arch of dreams and hopes
    Always new and fresh in never-ending grace
    That fills with pleasure the hearts of beholders.

    Aurora releases dewdrops from crystal buds
    Made of moonbeams, stardusts, and starlights
    Kept from a visiting moon and traveling stars
    Washing the faces of earth with heavenly pearls.

  • the castle east of the sun west of the moon

    She sits under the shades of willow
    Where she came from, no one cares
    The castle East of the Sun West of the Moon.

    Then the leaves of the tree whisper to her ears
    “Ride on the wings of the Four Winds therefrom
    The Castle East of the Sun West of the Moon.”

    She speaks in the language of the wind, Aeolian
    And calls for the Four Winds to carry her home
    The Castle East of the Sun the West of the Moon.

    First East wind comes, she rides on his wings anon,
    West Wind, South Wind, and to North Wind reaching
    The Castle East of the Sun West of the Moon.

    Ere the Sun goes west and the Moon comes east
    Or she will never get to her beloved home
    The Castle East of the Sun West of the Moon.

  • the golden apples

    Maidens of the Evening Star, Daughters of Atlas
    Goddesses of the Evening, Children of Nyx
    Live far away from here beyond glorious oceans
    On the boundary of the Night encircled by stars
    with pales hues of sunshine in the land of the Hesperides;


    Mirth and music spring from the land of the Hesperides
    Where they tend a garden of divine golden apples
    Guarded by the faithful dragon Ladon with mighty wings
    Swooping four winds, bellowing a crescendo of flames
    That envelope the circle of divine parameter against the mortals
    Till the impetuous half-man, half-god Hercules darts an arrow
    Dipped in the blood of Hydra piercing the heart that dies in sorrow
    shedding the tears for love for his goddesses, the Hesperides;


    They mourn for the death of their beloved Ladon, whose blood flows
    From the still warm heart and meets with tears from the diamond eyes;
    And the gods of Olympus bring the slain dragon among the stars
    And give him a house of his own named Draco where he can watch always
    Over the garden of golden apples in his beloved land of the Hesperides.