Metamorphoses

Ode to Ovid The divine woman rose from the dustof her fallen father and grandfathers. Her naked body warmand beating with life;Her hair so long itbrushed the ground she walked on. She was gifted with blissfrom her fathers who beggedHades for her happiness. She wandered the woodsand fell upon a mana woodsman. He was skilledContinue reading “Metamorphoses”