apollonia


with her fingertips
she crossed the line
and his godly myths
fell crumbling into sand
for that, he plucked out
her ivory, a punishment
she surely would not stand


“renounce your faith
and this will all end!”
he pleaded urgently
one by one
she spat out rubies
while smiling
beatifically


with angry arms
he gathered up kindling
prepping her for sauté
she knelt down,
lit the fire,
and crawled in singing…
you’ve no need to show me the way




Rene ~ February 2011

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18 thoughts on “apollonia

  1. And here I thought Apollonia was just Prince's gal!!I like this story, not just the way you've written it, which is masterful, really, but is it only me wondering if this woman was a saint, mentally ill, or both?!Still and all, she's impressive and I kind of admire her.Pearl

  2. There's a patron saint for toothaches? I can see I need to head to wikipedia. A great many of the tales of the most commonplace saints are chilling and almost like tales of mental illness or exotic myth.But I enjoyed this poem without knowing anything about the woman, except the pain and struggle you portrayed so eloquently.

  3. You command every move when you write.I was just wondering. Have you been the link on my Website of the Week button ever? I misplaced my list when I moved my desk to the living room this week, so I have no records. Anyway, you're up there this week. Just wanted to let you know.

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