Metamorphoses

Ode to Ovid

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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,
obliged.

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
….

~Saschia Johnson~

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