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Isobel G  Apr 2019
Aeaea
Isobel G Apr 2019
I live my life on an island,
and my world is small.
I stand for hours on my shore,
waiting for the plates of the earth
to shift beneath me;
to carry me across the oceans
to continents that I will never reach
on my own.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        10.04.2019
Nabiila Azzahra  Feb 2019
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Nabiila Azzahra Feb 2019
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‪It’s hard to conjure up a forest fire‬
My flames are quiet and I tremble
I flinch
I buckle at the knees
My fight or flight senses were birds in their past lives
I am sorry I was not born Achilles, marching into every war with certainty, never knowing a sliver of doubt
Prophecies of greatness do not cling to me like summer air
I open my mouth and words betray me, for I am no Odysseus with his honey tongue
But heed this promise: I will create something one day
A great many somethings, born not from innate divinity but perseverance
Like Daedalus with his artist’s mind, craftsman’s hand, quiet thinking, deliberate talking
I am becoming
Like golden witch Circe in Aeaea, feeling her way through strange new grounds
Someday, someday, somewhere else
You will see me bloom
Tafuta Atarashī Aug 2017
I am the wind.
Blowing on your wind
Chimes.
The ocean water slipping onto
Your gentle beach during
The tide.
I'm the dew on your
Rose petals when
The sun rise.
And the starlight piercing
Through time
To reach your surface.
I'm midnight ink soaking your
Your blank inches
That await my signature kisses.
I'm fingers on your strings
Musician playing
your music.
You're the muse behind
My bemusement
As I wonder how
You love me.
I am
The floor beneath your feet
When you're dancing majestically
I get chills over my skin.
My pigments sing
When the sensation flicks
Like cloud lightning.
Such is the depth to
Which you reach
Like a well to draw water
From the earth
You tap into my innermost
Being.
Just speaking metaphorically
Bout the ornateness
Of the passion leaving
me breathless.
You're like petrichor
After a long rain.
Like a closed door
On past things.
Like a new chapters
New page
First sentence
First syllable
First letter
Exploding imagery in my mind.
Like fireworks in the dark night.
Like a candle flame
Bursting into existence
Without delay
Ardent in every kind of way.
I picture drinking your cocoa
In front of a fireplace.
You're spices and sugar
Strong, flavorful,
Saturate my taste.
Laughter that leaves me
Gasping for air
With no escape.
The island of Aeaea
To my Odysseus.
I'm lost in you
Like a raindrop
Fallen into the sea.
A ****** but for your love.
Such is the intensity of
What I have in my heart
I feel I must have brushed heaven
When your lips touched.
When I first truly looked at you
And thought to myself,
She's as beautiful as
The ruby red sun
At dusk
On the ocean horizon.
And I, the artist inspired
By such pulchritude,
Can't get you out my mind,
How could I express such
Presence?
No matter how I paint,
No matter the music I play,
Your description is locked in,
The image burns on my mind
Though I write many a
Metaphor.
Pyrrha Aug 2023
A siren call beckoned me
Through waves of endless murky blues
And over crashes of distant storms
Sweet and deadly like belladonna in ambrosia

Milk and honey dripped from her lips
As she cried out to me for a reply
Soft like silk carved into marble stone,
Strong like magic from the aisle of Aeaea

I was tempted, nearly ensnared
By that beauty somewhere near
If I followed that voice out to sea
I knew she would be the last thing I'd see

How could I do that to my Penelope?

So the siren sang her enrapturing tune
And I tied myself to the body of the mast
I would not be lured to my doom
Elysium will have to wait, I'm coming home

— The End —