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Classical love. It hesitates, weighing heavy the consequences, as the wind blows cold. Ovid’s love beckoned for his partner to come closer. It asked her to choose. Calling louder, his love was a blind voice of hope. But, love came not, to him. It fled. So, love echoed again, this time with a thunderous sensation, demanding and unkind. Then love begged; sit by my side. I…I need you!
Instead, love left his heart caught, sharp, in a bundle of wires…tangled and mangled, left for the birds to destroy. Like the crow who whispered to the god Apollo, “You’re Coronis is cheating on you with a mortal! I saw it with my own eyes!” Love reaps consequences and from these consequences many are left permanently scarred.
As Apollo wept, his anger grew stronger. In a fit of range, his emotion poured across the dark sky hitting the crow, changing his wings from white to black. Like a crow sitting on a wire waiting for gossip, don’t be too smart for your own feathers. [Kristen Delaney] |
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