#myth poem

“Why do you not fear me as the others do” asked Ares, “do you not know that I am the God of tragedy and pain?”

Aphrodite’s hand stroked his hair gently, “my darling, what do you think love is if not a synonym for tragedy and pain. We are both a darkness and a devouring, just in different ways.”

- Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

The difference between people is simple. Some see Medusa as the monster, others see Poseidon. Some see the Minotaur as the monster, others see Minos. It depends on who is telling the myth, and who is listening. Some prefer the obvious, others know the insidious speaks louder than most things.

Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

Perhaps the true anxiety

Is not that everyone will see;

It is that people will willingly,

Wantingly, desperately,

Go blind.

I could describe each

Fluttering, mournful movement I make

Down to the beat of my heart as it happens.

But only the empty space left behind my limbs is listening.

I gaze into the water and

A girl gazes back,

Head on my shoulder.

A guide who has gone mute,

Can’t bear to say anything more.

Can’t bear to watch their advice

Woefully, wander the halls of my mind.

A marble palace with portraits that age.

With walls painted with words that can tear

Small towns down into the water

To join the girl and I.