Young Writers Society

~ fables and talismans ~

03/04/22

are their eyes open wide as they fly to their safe cushioned destination
knowing they'll hit land watching as i glide upwards into harms way and
as my wings are melting does wax drip down scalding their faces
do they scream at me to change my course before it's too late
i wish i could tell them sometimes our destinations are stuck and they are parralel
i'm not afraid even as i try to reach the sparkling bright sun though i know
it is only another of apollo's tricks my plight a refraction in a glass jar
though i'll never reach it i yearn for that sparkle so much my onlooking daedulous
could i be inches from trailing my fingers along the fairydust sun maybe miles
do you see me hover there blanketed by light and fireflies
only a second longer than should be possible as i loose altitude
as the last of the golden feathered wax falls in curtains down on you
is it at least a spectacle or are you only touched by a double edged ember
as the ocean opens its arms to me do you watch in horror or see the splendor
i am expected to arch my spine and reach up towards beloved light source
but my wings weren't modeled from those of moths
i flew as a kingfisher

hermes ran so fast
he fell down; forgetting that
his sandals could fly

i want to be him
i want my converse style sneakers to lift me from the pavement
i dont have to say i would deliver whatever you wanted
you already know; he was said to have a way with women
i think i would too, after all one would need a silver tongue
my ravishing dear i will put you in a box you are such a gift
i would wrap them and send them back to fed ex
wheres my refund; hermes cheshire smile.

venomous snakes should have warning labels
[Jörmungandr is old norse for huge monster; not clear enough?]
i guess i shouldnt blame you son
you didnt free yourself from your eternity
your pose of ouroboros tail in mouth
spewing nothing but tales of rebirth
a city must fall to be rebuilt-
odin plucked you out of the ocean he threw you in
so your acid could stand in for my guilt
what is that burning feeling in my chest
desperation or dragon's breath

being blessed with the strength of zeus
easily became a burden [tell me when you recount the tales of valor
do you ever think about how many vases ive broken?]
my mother could never replace the sentimental value of our carriage
it cost us months of food stores to replace it
[how does one accidentally topple a building
annoying hera and ruining the villages next harvest]
no you only like to think of me
as the man who could control god like strength
you dont understand how long it took me to adjust
[and how much ive broken that cannot be repaired]
you like to see me kicking ass and chewing bubblegum
just know first i had to be a loser [with no self control]

truth isn't in the job description so lying isn't illegal
a liar can be a handyman with ease
forge you some creative new falsities before he fixes your sink
but remember a handyman can be a liar too so how can we be safe
when the people meant to fix the world spread pain
he’ll fix your sink before telling you tall tales
does it really matter what you were first
when the damage is done by what you became afterwards
if you were a criminal leaving darkness in your wake
does it always matter when positive change is made
you worked the forge making valliant blades
now here you are accosting goddesses only to claim
that it was okay and you weren't to be blamed
she is overreacting when you almost soiled her name
when i was younger i didn't know why you were defamed
i thought the reason you were disliked was only as deep as your face
you had a twisted spine and couldn't walk
your body was contorted not aesthetic at all
you had a twisted face that made it hard to speak
and maybe correlatedly you slurred your speech
or maybe you mumbled so you could say you were misheard
when all those goddesses you messed with didn't like what they heard
“no i didn't say that, you have bad hearing
no i never did that yours is such a terrible memory
no i wouldn't do that i'm cripple and you are demeaning me
i’m so helpless that i manipulate all who deal with me”
hephaestus i can't believe there was a point in time
i was so colorblind i didn't see between the lines of
these tales of yours because the aztecs
would envy the grooves you made where all your sins were lain
the vibrant red flags are staked so deep inside them
just thinking about it makes me want to close my eyes
i ask why did you do this to yourself
don’t you know because of your deeds
you made kronos himself look like an angel asleep
your spirit was so crooked filled with putrid lust and greed
i rebuke my younger self because she was naive