Ode to Ovid

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This is the first part to a three part series
Read part II here
Read part III here

The divine woman rose from the dust
of her fallen father and grandfathers.

Her naked body warm
and beating with life;
Her hair so long it
brushed the ground she walked on.

She was gifted with bliss
from her fathers who begged
Hades for her happiness.

She wandered the woods
and fell upon a man
a woodsman.

He was skilled in his craft;
she admired him so much.
She wrapped her sunkissed arms
around him and expressed her love
for him.

He, a married man,
could not tell such a divine beauty
the word no. So he promised to love her
till the end of days;
but that she had to remain in the woods
and he’d return to her everyday.

She, in her bliss,

She spent her days singing with the birds
gathering flowers and wading in the
hidden waters.

Her fathers looked up with content
to see their daughter so happy
and healthy

It didn’t matter that
the woodsman was married
so long as their daughter
was happy and thriving in her own
true nature.

The woodsman was consistent
with his visits and brought her great
chairs and built her a shelter.
He brought chocolates and wines,
and loved her more than he loved
his own wife and children.

One day, a king’s soldier
entered the woods

Read part II here

~Saschia Johnson~

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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

29 thoughts on “Metamorphoses

  1. Hello my dear friend. I am adding you to my story “The Island”. The chapter I will write tonight. Your wonderful poetry made me see a dancing nude lady who prayed to the moon and the stars. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.

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      1. Oh hahaha I thought you were talking about my writing. πŸ˜…πŸ€¦πŸ½β€β™€οΈ The painters names is Alexander Nyulassy the name of the Painting is Leda and the Swan and can be found in the Slovak National Gallery its Oil on canvas. I had to Google search it. Not information on the artist.

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      2. Just so you know I am not the other Jayne who commented on your work. I would never judge someone in such a way based on their poetry. I’m sorry that you were so harshly judged.

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