I always thought there might be another side of the Danaë myth. Here's my version.
DAY 11: GREED
Every morning, sun reflected off the sill of her bronze tower, warming her face. Today, a shower of gold flakes floated down and manifested into a man’s shape.
His voice was like thunder, yet his hands were gentle, countless gold flakes brushing her skin.
Before long, Danaë was with child. She gathered handfuls
of gold flakes and scattered her hair, greedily rubbing them across her belly.
One day, he looked in her eyes and saw only the reflection
of the gold.
As he fled, the gold flakes melted in the sun like snow. Her despairing cries followed him to Olympus.
As he fled, the gold flakes melted in the sun like snow. Her despairing cries followed him to Olympus.
Word Count: 100
Art by Brad Kunkle, “Two Suns,” Oil and Gold leaf on canvas - All rights reserved.
Amazing! As evocative as poetry - and a gorgeously sensual take on Perseus' conception. Pure Solid GOLD!
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful! I agree with Meg that it is evocative and sensual. :)
ReplyDeleteLove love love it! Danae is one of my faves. :) Pure poetry and very inspirational. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThe voice that you evoke in all your pieces is so ethereal and delightful. Gorgeous read!
ReplyDeleteLove the flash :) And yes, gods are jerks.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a mastery of imagery! This is vivid reading!! Beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece again!
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