Iris
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In Greek mythology, Iris is the errand-running messenger of the gods. In anatomy, the iris is responsible for controlling the diameter and the size of the pupil, thus controlling the amount of light that reaches the retina.
The two are quite different; however, I believe there is something more than that. A correlation. A connection.
The anatomical iris sends the message of the light, the stimuli, the object - whatever that may be - to the retina, then to the brain. In an almost the same way, the mythological Iris sends the message of the gods and goddesses, the message of enlightenment.
This collection of poems is my Iris, my messenger that would herald and proclaim these bottled emotions I've kept for too long.
Β© Psyche Adelia. All rights reserved. 2015
[May 25, 2016: Poetry #126]
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