Bearding

Phutalmios, verdant one, plant-nourishing Poseidon, such bounty has been born of earth! Phutalmios of the waving fields, sun-dappled, wind-kissed, flowing nectar and sap. Phutalmios of the deep woods, lord of life’s quiet secrets and keeper of hidden oaths. Phutalmios of the silent eddy, swirling seed to ground and guarding is rest. Phutalmios of the white

Ode to Poseidon

Power of a million steeds, charging like a wave is your authority O Supreme Poseidon, Holy King of the Sea and Ocean Depths. Wielder of the Royal Scepter, we call the Silver Trident, given to thee of Holy King by your deathless uncles called the Cyclops. Earth mover, creator of All Horses, Sovereign and Master

Poseidon Psychopompos

King Poseidon, the endless seas and all beneath are your domain. Nurturing one, the cycle of life is in your hands with which you hold the Earth you protect. Watcher from the depths, keeper of the tides, you bear the secrets of the dark places. I sing to you, Poseidon Psychyopompos, who takes the sailors

Poseidon Agoraios

I sing of the market I sing to the sea I sing for the traders who bring community. I celebrate Poseidon as he opens the way to this human innovation, to exchange commodities. With the markets come a burden, a price not paid today. May Poseidon trade in wisdom of how this greed to stay.

Poseidon Mousêgetês

A song never sung goes to Poseidon Mousêgetês, for memory flees and with it, this name. Leader of Muses before they gave beauty voice, guardian of the soft heart that through poetry, weeps. When the brothers divided the sky from the land, and each took a portion, his own to command, dark Haides withdrew to