Tap Dancing

I love re-telling ancient myths in modern settings. I've done a couple before and have one in mind to re-tell the story of Eros and Psyche, with Psyche being blind rather than blindfolded. I struggle to think of how to re-set that one though, so I'm turning to a different myth for this hour — the story of Narcissus, who falls in love with his own reflection in a lake.

Tap Dancing

Time slows down at the dripping tap
where a yelow hose lies limply
uncoiled like a snail-trail
leading back to a green shell.

An adolescent
sent to dowse the plants
stands
transfixed
drip
 
drip
 
drip

Cheekbones and nose
captive in the graceful reflections
fall
to rest
adoringly,
blinklessly gazing back at the sky

Tap Dancing
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Time slows down at the dripping tap
where a yelow hose lies limply
uncoiled like a snail-trail
leading back to a green shell.

An adolescent
sent to dowse the plants
stands
transfixed
drip

drip

drip

cheekbones and nose
captive in the graceful reflections
fall
to rest
adoringly,
blinklessly gazing back at the sky

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