Everyone knows them
for their cream cheeks and blue eyes
that scream radiance.
Drink from Lethe river,
bursting with forget/full(ness).
Drink, my lovies, drink!
Passing over eyes,
Lethe(argy)'s slumbering hand
sends them to Sleep's realm.
And they are nothing
but beautiful dust piles
in coffins of gold.
YOU ARE READING
Narciss/us
PoetryA series of haiku that play with the meaning of words and explore the relationship between us and our reflections. Based on mythology and scripture.
