Apollo and Daphne, Bernini
If I had known what would happen
I wouldn’t have let you catch me.
I was enjoying the chase,
my hair rippling in the wind I created,
feet flying through the forest,
various eagles and sparrows twittering
about, laughing at how slow
yet relentless
the chase was. I imagine
they weren’t
surprised
when I quit moving
completely, save the wind
fluttering
through my leaves.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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