“You’ll evoke Andromeda.”
She stands
on the threshold –
neither in nor
out –
and speaks
with warning,
disapproval,
disdain.
She,
with the tossing sea
at her back
and in her eyes.
She,
clad in the blue
of a glacier’s heart.
Her opinion
should not
matter;
yet her words –
her judgment –
wriggle and wrest
their way
inside.
I look
at the dress –
tiers of fringe and
beads and
sequins winking
with promise;
the color of a sunset
blushing;
set alongside
shoes and scarf
of pewter;
arranged
on the white bedspread
like thunderheads
and flame.
And I think –
with a silent, secret
ache –
that evoking
Andromeda
might be
just the
thing.
— C.Birde, 4/19
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This was beautiful.
Thank you 🙂 It was a compelling dream…I haven’t entirely untangled it yet, but those words, “You’ll evoke Andromeda” hold such WEIGHT! 🙂
Perseus woke, hearing some voice. ‘Seems to be from outside’ he thought, then he went out. There was nothing, except one star: It was a brighter than he ever could saw and whiter than snow which ever was falling. He wasn’t really sure, that was a dream, or maybe destiny
Andromeda — daughter of vain Cassiopeia, sacrificed to the Kraken, rescued by Perseus, betrothed to her Uncle Phineaus and rescued here again by Perseus…! A dubious destiny, indeed 🙂