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Goddess of the Hunt
by Trisha De GraciaThis budding Aphrodite died inside her wilting sepals
hardened into leather, tanned and drawn.
You strung me to the whip and tipped my arrow
named me Artemis
the arching goddess
loveless, cold as dawn.
Can you yet make sense of it?
Your heart is fated to arrest
on arrows of your fashioning.
I shoot you blind, Orion,
out of fear-
in self-defense.
10/19/2007 Author's Note: Check out JP Davies' If Broken, wirtten before this, and Blame it on The Dog Star, written after.
Posted on 10/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/20/07 at 03:01 PM There is a marvelous lilting rhythm to this. The use of mythological characters gives such a strong visual and other-worldly feel. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/21/07 at 04:51 AM Great opening lines with Aphordite (this Aphordite) and the use of Artemis in conjuncture with the last few lines is even more impressive. Superb work of mythological symbolism... A creative and most excellent poem. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 10/23/07 at 06:34 AM talk about an opening grabber! wow, aphrodite and sepal, pant, pant! perfection in sound, rhythm, line, form, story, well-timed rhyme and most importantly, FLOW in stanza one. there's something about the last two lines, where the flow isn't as smooth. maybe that was intended, so it's not a criticism. maybe they should be together? i don't know, ultimately this is your beauty, but i do know this is a MUST read aloud poem. i LOVE this place, this moment in time you capture...a sensual, suspenseful dance. PK |
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