The Mark of Athena - Rick Riordan

The novel I chose to read is The Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan.  This novel is told in the viewpoints of four different main characters in the limited omniscient point of view.  The poem I chose corresponds with only one of the main characters.  I chose this character because her part of the story seems to be what most of the novel circles around.      

I chose the poem "Athena" by Mark Wells.  I chose this poem because the words relate and are almost in sync with the book.  In the novel one of the main characters Annabeth, is attempting to find the lost statue of Athena from the Parthenon in Greece (the Parthenos).  The poem explains a passage underground (down I fell into the swell...mind a sponge almost blacking,) that leads to the statues resting place in Rome and ironically, the exact same ideas are present in the book. In the novel Annabeth "[landed] hard on her ankle" (Riordan) when she was falling down a tunnel. Again, the poem has a line that corresponds exactly with the novel.    

They novel is telling the same story that the poem is telling.  All of the same ideas are present in both such as the statue, and its importance. I think that the author of this novel may have used this poem for ideas or inspiration for writing this novel.        





ATHENA
By:Mark Wells

Down I fell into the swell,
If I was injured I couldnt tell.
Thrusting down spiraling spinning,
Mind a sponge almost blacking.
Then a face, a smile of belle and warmth,
Almost bathed in the sea cyan deiform.
Golden drapery a statue 13 meters high,
Spear and shield resting by a curvaceous thigh.
Athena is that you I goggle at with wonder?
Liquid now fills my lungs and bronchia.
Then a hand catches my ebbing shell,
I received sudden urge all was well.
Stone eyes almost blinked racy with desire,
I felt my bulk raging with momentous fire.
Air bubbles spinning I break the screen,
To be bathed in sunlight a loving sheen.
Athena I long to kiss your ivory face,
Glimmering your final resting-place.
A crick of thanks I wade the shore,
As the phoebes fingered like a spreading spore.