I’m starting a new series of poems about the characters and stories of old Greek Myths (my second biggest obsession), Shakespeare plays and the like. This is the first one, and if you don’t know your mythology (tsk, tsk) Eros and Psyche is basically a cross between Cinderella and The Beauty and the Beast.
Eros and Psyche, lovers of old
They say, “I love you, my Heart!” “My Soul!”
Story stretched out on a canvas of stereotypes
I cannot stand it, I’m just not the romantic type.
Friendly ants, and lamenting sighs
He has to save her so she doesn’t die.
It’s like those love stories I try to ignore.
Zeus-dammit, I can’t take anymore!
Ahem, I think I still have some feminist in me from my ‘Seawoman’ article.