Daphne to Apollo

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

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Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads

10 thoughts on “Daphne to Apollo

  1. Oh dear, I never thought that Daphne might come to regret her transformation!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Haha 🙂 I thought it would be interesting to imagine the myth in a different light and setting 💄❤️

  2. An interesting perspective of the myth, Sanaa. I love the lines:
    ‘An unembellished truth,
    surges inside the boughs of my aortic archway’.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  3. Kerry says:

    I adore this narrative from Daphne’s viewpoint. As always your language is quite delicious.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  4. Jim says:

    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 ,

    1. Sanaa says:

      You too, stay safe Jim 💄❤️

  5. Ellecee says:

    This is a wonderful rendering of the myth of Daphne and Apollo👍🌹love it💕🙏

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

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