Perhaps it is my folly,
tucking away into the elbow of green—
the flutter of ebony dipped skies,
appetence clamours far more incessantly where there is no entrance.
An unembellished truth,
surges inside the boughs of my aortic archway—
if so, then why do I spend every minute hating myself?
The velvet dying of dusk mirrors your plight;
I have succeeded,
I am a laurel; I am things both blithely blissful
and tempestuously biting—
as waves upon other side of the shore Apollo, you seethe with head
buried in your palms.
Photo credits: “Daydreaming in Pink,” 24 x 18 oil on panel by Aaron Westerburg
Day Fifteen ~ History is Twistery ~ The Folly
Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads
Oh dear, I never thought that Daphne might come to regret her transformation!
Haha 🙂 I thought it would be interesting to imagine the myth in a different light and setting 💄❤️
An interesting perspective of the myth, Sanaa. I love the lines:
‘An unembellished truth,
surges inside the boughs of my aortic archway’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I adore this narrative from Daphne’s viewpoint. As always your language is quite delicious.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Apollo knows, seek his guidance. Folks still visit his place, the Oracles of Apollo in Greece. They come mostly as tourists but many ask just in case. There was a wonderful documentary I saw on TV.
Stay Safe ,
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You too, stay safe Jim 💄❤️
This is a wonderful rendering of the myth of Daphne and Apollo👍🌹love it💕🙏
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️