Pele said to me to say to you
That to her I had to be true
Because I was closer to her land
And you, Hestia, were far away
Far away in another mythology.
But, I said to her she was but one of many
Goddesses of Fire, and Gods of fire
And that all of you were one,
One element, with many stories
And faces just as the flame has many colours
Blue, green, red and yellow.
Flame, the blue flame is where
The soul is, the green flame is where the land is
The red flame is for the heart, the yellow flame
Is for the sun.
The sun is the source of all physical life.
The source of the sun is a creator.
The source of the creator is unknown.
Flame shapes the glass, shapes the land.
The fire is carving things that other things
Everything is like clay
Whoever wields fire wisely has power
They can make swords in forges, or bake
Damper for the masses, they can end their lives
In pyromania or entrance people as
They show they can both swallow and blow
Out the fire.
Pele listened, and laughed,
All the flames came out of her mouth
Until all that was left was my memory
That in my mind you and her were sisters
Sisters in stories that knew you both
Held the power of the flame.
(c) June Perkins
A flower for Hestia.