You are Apollo and I am Daphne,
Come and catch me.
You required a constant chase,
Though my legs grew deep roots in this case.
My arms heave heavy branches.
Finally, an opponent worthy of your matches.
A metamorphosis of wood,
For flesh you misunderstood.
Yours was the masculine kind
And I could never be your concubine.
Could you no longer admire my beauty in an Earthly form?
Never to be yours, so your wrath scorn.
I do not regret my decision,
Not being lured into submission.
You suffered a battle's brutal defeat.
While I am no longer forced to bow at your feet.
Kiss my leaves before winter's call.
Catch them only because in love I will never fall.
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An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
