Hello friends, if you’re wondering why winter has had a tight grip on our weather this
year, I’m here to shed some light. And to assure you, spring is right around the corner.
But first a little backstory on Boreas
Boreas is the Greek god of the cold north wind and the bringer of winter.
He is depicted as very strong, with a violent temper to match. A bearded man
with wings and a billowing purple cape; his hair, though, would be covered in icicles;
in one hand, he holds a conch shell, and his feet are winged human feet. He’s also
said to be able to take the form of a stallion.
Oh, and one more thing, that conch shell is his talisman. And he has lost it!!
This is why poor Boreas is in a state of paralysis. The great bringer of winter gets
depressed, too, sometimes. That’s why I’m here to set things right for him.
(using the hints above).
I promise that after this, spring will come to stay. So take out whatever it is you take
out to give spring (Brigid) a welcome we all deserve. Happy Spring.
In a fit of quintessential frustration sits a charming Miss Brigid but full of sulk never mind she is the goddess season whom every poet sincerely adores never mind, she wears a cute bonnet and that flowery defiance for a dress 'tis her toes that most enrage her unbecoming of her charm Brig has had enough of strange old Boreas hogging the spotlight, way past his welcome that she's implored the services of Don Mouse Detective from the town by the lake that's how she heard Boreas was depressed-- that strong man with the violent temper, winged man with frosted spiked hair lost his conch shell, went off the deep end he rages, and rages, oh! how he rages locked himself in a room with no mirrors-- with no mirrors, no clocks, no books on the shelves, and in the tunic under his purple cloak has the thermostat turned to freezing oh, Boreas is paralyzed to perdition depressed and horrified at his powers gone oh, how that embittered old man rages on for to go tamed into that final goodnight beats living with a stuffy nose, itchy eyes-- too much for his old heart to put up with thus he keeps the thermostat at freezing until the bluest night in the Northern Hemisphere a profound sleep overtakes Boreas though he rages, and rages into the dark overtakes him, just like that, Sleep does to the point where Sleep drags him out of that room with no mirrors; drags him, sleepwalking and the people of earth hear him wriggling on the doors and windows of their houses where chimneys are timeworn, and children are bored as the howling resounds -- Boreas rages on till at last, full of craze, Don Mouse knocks him on the crown wakes him to find the kids staring through the glass the purple cloak lays like an old dog at his winged feet his temper put aside, his wrath has no purchase Boreas flings far his woe, sends his bile in the other direction and in a flash of atonement, finds the conch in his hand, so he morph-es into a horse, fast crosses the fields of wheat so Don Mouse hands the thermostat to Brigit ...and so now you know the whole story. Have pity, be patient with Boreas and happy spring! © selmamartin.com
Hope this meets you halfway and that you find the explanation satisfactory. Let me know. Thanks for reading, and again, happy spring to all.
Boreas’ metamorphosed Image by Dorota Kudyba from Pixabay
- Share The Wealth: Joy is Our Natural State - May 6, 2024
- NPM Scavenger Hunt – Poems from Around the World - April 30, 2024
- Day 30: NaPoWriMo 2024–Mary Magdalene At The Doctor’s - April 30, 2024
an enchanting tale and equally magical poem.
absolutely lovely, Selma🤍
Thanks, Destiny. Glad you liked it. Xoxo
Loved your poem Selma. Our winter has departed long ago and it’s almost summer here
Sadje. Glad to hear. But did you skip spring and heading right into summer? Oh my!
Our winter is short and spring is a few weeks. Though this year the weather is behaving quite well.
mesmerizing, enjoyed!! 🤩
You’re lovely. Thanks Tricia
💗💐💗
Oh, my dear Selma, I loved your spectacular poem. 👏🏼 Thank you for sharing the story about Boreas. I never knew about this. May the magic of Spring brighten your days, warm your heart, and keep you smiling. Fling your woes far, far away my dear, and continue to soar in the wind with Spring. Have a FANtabulous day and week my friend. 🌞💐🥰🌟😘🦋😊 Cheers!
Well, the part about losing his talisman is my doing— you know that, right? And Don Mouse and that part where he bumps Boreas on the head… that was me too.
I do like it you liked it, my sweet. Thanks. Xoxo have q splendid day. Xoxo
Oh my Warrior Princess, you never cease to amaze me Sistah Girlfriend. You too have an awe-inspiringg day! Hugs and smooches! 🌞✨😎
Beautiful image. I like your poem. Our winter has departed long ago and it’s almost summer here. ( Very warm).
Spring brighten day, warm your heart and keeping you smile. far away my dear friend. Have a nice day.
Enjoy your warm summer-like days, please. You too have a nice week. Bless you.
Thanks, Selma
I enjoyed this. I’d read a bit on Boreas including a Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson adaptation. Thanks for this pleasant reminder of patience.
Patience. Yes. Thanks for reading and commenting. XoXo
My pleasure.
Amazing poem, Selma! Happy Spring to you! It’s still raining here, off and on. And we needed it badly, but dare I say, I’m tired of raindrops and ready for blooms and sunshine? Before you know it, we’ll be sweltering. 🙂 But one season at a time. Spring, please show yourself. 🥰💐🦋💝
What a lovely post! I loved learning about Boreas and his story and the epic of your poem gives rise to a wonderful appreciation and anticipation of spring. 💗
Entertaining myth. Lovely poem, Selma! <3
I love this poem!!! Thank you for sharing this story Selma
Love the mythical story of Boreas Selma. Now let’s hope he leaves us for a bit. 💞