‘Three Hundred Spartans’ by Sancia Milton The Society December 30, 2019 Beauty, Culture, High School Submissions, Poetry 12 Comments Three Hundred Spartans In twilight’s ash three hundred stars await As blue-black thunder roars with battle drums, Three hundred voices murmuring of fate, As odds and armour stack in fearful sums. Oh watch, my brother, watch your patient steel, And wield it knowing valor keeps you strong, And feel, my soldier, feel what all gods feel. When future matters not, our fear is gone. “Alala!” cry our men when arrows plunge, When Hades reigns, when blood encrusts our hands. “Alala,” sing we still, and onwards lunge, From blood-slick fields to jasmine-scented lands. So pity not our long-dead bodies slain, For what is life compared to timeless fame? Mother Teresa On lapis wings she swore the rebel’s pact To paint with gold this tarnished clockwork land. Her starry eyes defied a sky too black; Her hands unravelled each infernal plan. With hope for ink, she rewrote history, Breathed life into the scripted scores of pain; This woman who could feel our misery, This saint who never doubted, all the same. If only I could smile with her same zeal, Or stand as tall as all her amber love. So easy did it seem for her to heal, and never let her kindness be enough. Yet, though she’s gone, all hell will not relent; So we must don the wings of her intent. Sancia Milton is a tenth grade student at The Bishop’s School. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 12 Responses Joseph S. Salemi December 30, 2019 The first poem brings to mind what the Spartan commander Leonidas replied when the Persian King Xerxes demanded that he and his men surrender their weapons. Leonidas answered in typical clipped Spartan style “Molon labe,” which means “Come and take them.” Reply Joe Tessitore December 30, 2019 Beautiful poetry – the future visits the page! Well done, Ms. Milton! Reply Amy Foreman December 30, 2019 Tenth grade? I am impressed. Well done, Sancia! Reply Leo Zoutewelle December 30, 2019 This is impressive, tenth grader or not. Congratulations! Reply James A. Tweedie December 30, 2019 What Leo said . . . And I hope there will be more of this from the young, up and coming Milton. Reply Sally Cook December 30, 2019 Dear Sanchia Milton — I was in high school when I began to write poetry, and have never forgotten how satisfying it felt to put words and lines together to make poetry. That feeling has never left me. Please always keep it, refine it, and strive to do the best possible. You are talented, and have the potential to become an excellent poet. I’ll look for more from you. Sincerely, . Reply David Watt December 30, 2019 Sancia, this is well-wrought poetry, irrespective of age and experience. I also look forward to reading more of your work. Reply C.B. Anderson December 30, 2019 Ms. Milton, If you could read the crap that I wrote in tenth grade, then you would have good cause to value highly your own efforts. I know nothing about The Bishop’s School, but, after having read your polished offerings, I wish I had sent my own children there to be educated. If you like what what you have done here, then you have little choice other than to keep it up — it’s a win-win for everybody. Reply Donna Bond December 30, 2019 Dear Sancia, What a joy to witness this beautiful praise and to have your exquisite work recognized for the obvious talent you share. I acknowledge your courage in sharing your gifts. And, as echoed above, I will look forward to more. With Love and Light, Donna Bond Reply Angel L Villanueva December 30, 2019 Well done and truly impressive. Reply Mark F. Stone January 1, 2020 Sancia, Both poems are very nicely done! Mark Reply Monty January 14, 2020 High-class stuff, Sancia. I’m not aware of what age one would be when in the ‘10th grade’; but if you’re anything under 25 . . this is accomplished poetry. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.