metamorphose
inspired by Bernini's sculpture, Apollo et Daphne

She is already leaving her own skin,
when his hand brushes hers in vain;
her pulse loosens, letting bark begin,
and sap learns the language once held by vein.
*
The moment holds like amber light,
her ribs rise once with human breath;
then wood gathers close, pulling her from sight,
the forest reclaiming her from death.
*
Her fingers tremble toward the sky,
loosening into leaves of green;
a new grammar humming as they fly,
a syntax older than she’d been.
*
He calls her name—sound fades to shade;
for names are nothing once light replies.
Roots spread through ankles unafraid,
seeking the deep where memory lies.
*
Her spine lengthens in a tender flight,
unmaking the form he tried to seize;
each heartbeat fleeing marble’s bite,
each gesture stalled in sculpted breeze.
*
His grief is carved in desperate chase,
her freedom carved in turning free;
between them lives the threshold space—
the cry of a body choosing what to be.
*
She is not running—she returns
to the quiet soil that bore her true;
her leaves outsing the crown he yearns,
breathing a story he never knew.
*
And beneath the marble’s frozen sway,
beneath the shine no chisel can betray,
the earth instructs her day by day
in how to root, and how to stay.
**
About the Creator
Isabella Nesheiwat
An emerging author and poet (mostly) of Greek mythology retellings. Read more on Substack (bellaslibrary99). Debut collection out now: Turning & Turning (the book patch bookstore) <3
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