Pontos and Gaia (Gaea, the Earth) were parents of the ancient deities known as the Old Men of the Sea. By Thalassa, his watery female counterpart, he was the father of fish and other sea creatures. Poseidon, king of the sea, wed Pontos’ eldest granddaughter Amphitrite.

In Greco-Roman mosaics Pontos is depicted as a giant head with a watery-gray beard and crab-claw horns rising from the sea. However, in most mosaic art, Okeanos (Oceanus) supercedes him as the sea personified.

“Verily at first Khaos (Chaos, the Chasm) [Air] came to be, but next wide-bosomed Gaia (Gaea, Earth) . . . and dim Tartaros (the Pit) in the depth of the wide-pathed Earth, and Eros (Love), fairest among the deathless gods, who unnerves the limbs and overcomes the mind and wise counsels of all gods and all men within them. From Khaos (Chaos) came forth Erebos (Darkness) and black Nyx (Night); but of Nyx (Night) were born Aither (Aether, Light) and Hemera (Day), whom she conceived and bore from union in love with Erebos. And Gaia (Earth) first bore starry Ouranos (Uranus, Heaven), equal to herself, to cover her on every side, and to be an ever-sure abiding-place for the blessed gods. And she brought forth long Ourea (Mountains) . . . She bore also the fruitless deep with his raging swell, Pontos (Pontus, Sea), without sweet union of love.”

The Blackezt Bridge

The blackezt bridge

It comes from somewhere

Classed mostly as nowhere

It slaps

Down the drain swimming in the blackness of sunshine

Dazzeled you are captured and

Lathered in the toporofic tomb


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Ancaeus slayer of beasts had assumed his power and drove her on with his spear. Thrown forward into the annals of the undergrowth, her mind became saturated with a mist of fear.

The slap was hard and the remorse uneven his face a crumbling attrition. The regularity of this as a control was sublimated until now. She felt faint.

He told her drive to the top of the car park. The traffic was backed up. Subordinated she acceded unquestioningly.

Her eyes started to well up as she drove. Parking in the handicap spot he came toward her window. She wound it down ‘please’, he said, I’m sorry. I don’t know. I don’t know why. Look I’m really sorry, he kept saying.

It’s always the same the repentance from consumptive anger. The nearest target. Her face nice and ripe for a constraining slap.

He couldn’t have known what trigger he had pulled. Humiliated the tears fell. Please go away. Look take my details, my name. Go Away. He walked away and came back. Walked away again then attempted

another go at talking to her.

Looking in he saw her weep but it was not for it but for her life. She could not cavil with this distress and he knew it.

A wild boar fled through her, as a tumult of tears fell. Home and sobbing like the heave in a clapotis she suffocated beneath the crushing wave.

Pushing her way through the front door, they stood staring as she cried out accosting the air with anguish. Crying loud and gulping for air who is this person what is happening to her.

Their faces fixed and stunned and pale with angst they looked at each other with ‘what is going on ‘ in their eyes. She sat down and grabbed her chest as pain radiated across it; a deep dull pain asphyxiated her.

She felt sick. Is her heart giving in?

What do you want from me she said to no one in particular. I’m sick to death of it all. Into the car she was taken off.

There is many a slip between the cup and the lip. What’s waiting.


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