Prompt: Ekphrastic poem
story cubes: a slipper, an open book, a bent arrow
She’d rather become a laurel tree
than live the captive life
of an object of once passionate pursuit
Apollo’s hand slips around her waist,
her abdomen already transformed to bark,
yet through the wood he feels in her gut
her beating, throbbing heart,
and he, his passion a misdirected vector,
could not care less. Look at his face.
His focus is the hunt, the game,
her fingers leaves, her arms now laurel branches.
The transformation is itself a meditation.
story cubes: a slipper, an open book, a bent arrow
Bernini’s Apollo and Daphne
Daphne is fleeing Apollo
and her face is an open book of terror.She’d rather become a laurel tree
than live the captive life
of an object of once passionate pursuit
Apollo’s hand slips around her waist,
her abdomen already transformed to bark,
yet through the wood he feels in her gut
her beating, throbbing heart,
and he, his passion a misdirected vector,
could not care less. Look at his face.
His focus is the hunt, the game,
her fingers leaves, her arms now laurel branches.
The transformation is itself a meditation.
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