My modern interpitation of Medusa, the backdrop is meant to link her into her traditional roots

Hapi is an Egyptian god of the Nile characterized as having the parts of both a man and a woman and ruling over a harem which consists of gods and goddeses. This poem is meant to capture the duel aspect of Hapi, as well as the duel nature of the river known for its extremes between flooding and ebbing.

To My Mother

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you -
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother – my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

~ Poe

E.M Forster is a very talented, unique, and interesting writing, within his collection of short stories, The Eternal Moment and other stories, many of his stories draw from the Eastern influence, as he spent time in India and was greatly inspired by it, and questions the Western/Christan ideals. He challenges conventional religion within his works which speak strongly of the Eastern/Hindu approach of spirituality.

The Story of the Siren is a marvelous story that is truly moving, and a remarkable work. It draws from the Greek myth in a very individual and unique way setting the story within a modern setting and challenges the ideas of Christianity, as well as the state of the human condition and society that would dare to forget the spark of the ancient and dare to classify these things as being wicked. He draws out the hypocrisy of the Christan morality.

The story will echo through the mind and soul in the way of the siren’s song, it is enlightening and provoking and speaks to the soul, without giving clear and precise conclusions or answers, but leaving only questions for the reader to ponder over.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

I think this is a great illustration of a Viking burial by Sir John Everett Millais

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.

~Hilaire Belloc