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aoidaikallea:

Thunderer

The sky is bigger in Texas, you know,
so big and blue you can almost drink it,
so big that looking at the horizon you can imagine the curve
of the earth, the swell of Gaia’s breast.

I know Zeus then,
when his eyes are bright sunny blue and his laughter
easy,

but a god’s smile is always sharp, you know,

and so when his eyes darken to grey,
not bright like his favored daughter,
but true, dark grey
dark like the bellies of supercells,
the wombs of cyclones,
his fist full of blue fire and his voice
a howl,

I know him then, that lordly son of Kronos,
I know him as I know my home.

To Zeus

sisterofiris:

The rain is a father.

He feeds the wide earth and shrouds her in mist to keep her cool, and he breathes at her ear, making her forests and fields ripple. He nourishes the seed within her, and paints the world where it will emerge a lush green. He draws out worms to soften its cradle. He sings it lullabies, water bubbling down the gutter.

The rain is a father, loud and filled with passion. The sky alone cannot contain him; he hurtles down to mortal villages, mortal towns, to plant there an oak a little too sturdy, a bull a little too lofty, a boy a little too bright-eyed. The sun veils in his presence. Above, he reigns, darkening equally before all and striking down the tallest so that the smaller may rise. His voice fills the air as he growls – or perhaps laughs.

The rain is old and smells of where he has been, in dusty creeks and boundless oceans, on snow-crowned mountains and the tongue of a snake licking milk from a bowl. He gathers in the clouds and drifts, and watches. He pulls his children together, the watercolour tulips and lilac lifting their faces to him, the barefoot boys and girls, the wanderers, the rivers, the high-soaring eagles, those that hear his whispers in the leaves and are not afraid of the storm; he kisses their foreheads, drops trickling down their noses, then vanishes into a ray of sunlight. Still, even after a thousand comings and goings, a thousand offshoots, he never forgets.

The rain is a father, and he holds the whole world.

bayoread:

underthepleiades:

ofmoonlightandthesun:

bayoread:

I like the modern interpretations of the gods, I really do.

But.

Can I have something else rather than Zeus in a business suit being a slut with his PA/secretaries?

Can I have Zeus the Thundering as the leader of a biker gang, on a growling Harley Davidson with lightning bolts painted on the tank?

Perhaps he runs a homeless shelter and dons an apron to help in the kitchen when they’re short staffed. Encouraging the olds vets and everyone else to share their stories with him while they eat.

Can I have Judge Zeus who’s always fair and doesn’t let the scum bags slip through the cracks. A Judge who thinks that women still have full reproductive rights with their own bodies.

Maybe he’s on his last tour with the Royal Marines and all the young’ens call him ‘Dad’, but he’s the first one to suggest strapping himself to the outside of an Apache helicopter to rescue a wounded comrade on enemy territory?

Yaaaaaaas.

I am inspired to make my own for Artemis cause omfg almost all the modern gods posts for Her make me want to scream in rage and cry all at the same time.

Zeus Sêmaleos (Giver of Signs) works construction, winking at a single mom in a minivan as she takes a detour and ends up dropping her kids off at school at the same time as a man she knew in high school.

Zeus Xenios (of Strangers, of Hospitality) runs a bed and breakfast just off a highway. There’s always a vacancy for the weary traveler. He shows them to their room and reminds them to come down for a dirink if they can’t sleep.

Zeus Eleutherios (of Freedom) joins in the protest alongside a group of veterans, lending his booming voice to their cause.

Yaas. ❤