Athanasia

I was Narcissus today

Laying on my side

Gazing at my phone

Wishing

To see

To be

Myself

In your world

Trailing fingers

Across words and phrases

Swirling the surface

Grasping for something

Intangible

Beyond reach

We project ourselves

Onto the writing

Of others

To imagine what else

We could become

Forms to embody

Sliding door lives

We could have tread

It’s not that I

Don’t love my life

But I wonder sometimes

What it would be like

To love you

Freud might speculate

You are my mother

My father

My unmet need

But I know with surety

You are a gateway

Heimdall

Guardian of the rainbow bridge

All-seeing wise one

Able to hear grass grow

Powerful watch-keeper

Sounding golden Gjallenhorn

Bellowing mighty vibrations

Transporting worthy travellers

To other realms

Of consciousness

Dole out your mead

Overfill our cups

For beauty and villains

Play out in your prose

As naiads frolic

Where water flows

All gods belong together

For they only thrive

Through literature’s grace

Those left unwritten

Have been forgotten

Perhaps this is why

We long to discover

Our reflection

In the tales you scrawl

Doling out immortality

By the majesty

Of your pen

Accept this self-centred sacrifice

Deem me worthy to

Drown in your cosmos

Flesh rendered pulp

Pressed into pages

Reborn to become

The body of

Your work

Do not stint the offering

We only live on

Because of you

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For Poppy’s prompt on Narcissus which you can find here:

https://vocal.media/writers/poppy-s-prompts-13