CYPRUS: ANEMONE AND MYRTLE

  • Wisam Mansour Eastern Mediterranean University

Abstract

Spring after spring, beautiful nature in the land of Aphrodite softly sings the melodious, exotic, and sad myths of ancient Cyprus. How many a tourist or visitor venturing through the Aden-like landscape decked with the delicate jewels of Persephone, would tune his ears to the whispering sound of the anemones and marjoram telling their eternal tale of passion, love and suffering? How many would, with their sharp eyes, notice the pearl-like tears of the myrtle, confirming with the language of silence, the whispered tales of the anemones and the marjoram. Pink and white cyclamen, elecampane, sedges, basil, balsam, thyme and rosemary are the everlasting audiences and witnesses to the ancient myths that were once enacted around Salamis, Karpass, Amathus, Paphos, to mention but a few names; myths that are still carried around with the gentle sighs of the breeze.
Published
2014-03-30
Section
Articles