Friday, 20 January 2012

#NightGale 3: To Die and become one with Nature



The Metamorphosis of Daphne, inspired by the prompt "To Die and become one with Nature"

Is this death?  

The hot wind kisses my branches, shuddering through my arrow-edged leaves.  It smooth my ragged bark, blows seed pods and dusts into the darkness of my crevices.  A wild lover, one that rages on the mountain tops and screams through the worn pillars of Apollo’s temple.  Searing, angry.

But the deep soil cools me, draws down my roots into the blessed earth.  I feel moisture here, slick against my roots.  I coil in its depths, stretching, seeking.  

I am old now.  I barely remember my narrow feet pounding the grass, the sharp twist as I glance back over my shoulder, the blood surging, terror cold, in my veins.   He was beautiful as the sun, gleaming with solar glory.  

His golden hair streamed behind him, comet like.  

He was a thief, reaching to take what I would not give.  Myself. 

So I chose this.  Or it was chosen for me.  It hardly matters now.   Gaia saved me from Apollo, caught me in her fecund maw.  Slender arms became twisted branches, my trunk rooted in her maternal soil.  

I do not chase the wind, or leap the fast flowing river.  The wind is my lover.

Is this death? 


To Die and Become One with Nature...
Keats – “Darkling I listen, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die;”(Ode To A Nightingale)"
One 2012's writing goals was to participate in the lovely Stevie McCoy's #NightGale blog challenge, inspired by the Romantic poets.   And, er... I haven't.  This week marks week three of the challenge, so better late than ever I am jumping on board.  In Stevie's words, the challenge is:
"...to create four stories 200 word minimum that includes a sort of journey or realization about immortality or the lack there of in striving for it."
 Each week there is a different prompt.  This week I chose to revisit a myth I explored in an earlier blog challenge: the myth of Apollo and Daphne.  In the previous version, I brought you his point of view. Now it's Daphne's turn.  

1 comment:

David A Ludwig said...

Sorry I've been away from your site so long, I'm still over my head in things I need to do--but it's fun reading your work again.

Love your mythological stories, they bring new life and vitality to old favorites and that's a good feeling.

My favorite line here is "So I chose this. Or it was chosen for me." I feel like that ties beautifully into the themes of immortality and becoming one with nature.