by E. Louise Beach [easy-media med=”8420″ mark=”gallery-K5LekE”]
After Ovid
He only wanted
to taste coolness at the spring.
She must have startled him.
Iridescent stones.
Iridescent fish rimmed
the shallows where she appeared,
naked in the forest’s core,
vulnerable among rose hellebore
and golden laburnum.
Awakened by her strangeness,
he drank her in;
saw then that she was cruel
and fled the pool;
crashed like a wounded stag.
Causeway Lit 
Excellent. Love it. Someone should say so. You are read.
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Excellent. Love it. Someone should say so. You are read.
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I like Ovid quite a bit. This poem captures quite a bit of his style and intensity. Good poem that does justice to one of our oldest experiences. Nice.
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I like Ovid quite a bit. This poem captures quite a bit of his style and intensity. Good poem that does justice to one of our oldest experiences. Nice.
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