Ballad of Narcissus


Long he lay and looked and loved

his own sweet face,

his own sweet face.

Long he lay and looked.


Himself an echo, manifest.               

He was possessed.

He was possessed.

He had no other thought.


He wanted water on his lips

to kiss complete,                                                               

to kiss complete;

to penetrate, possess.


He cupped the beauty in the pool.

Drank him down, long and cool.

Drank him down, long and cool,

diminishing the youth.


He lay and looked and longed for love.

His thirst now unrequited.

His thirst now unrequited.

His heart began to break.


Consumed, he lost the will to live.

Love annulled with every sip.

Love annulled with every sip.

He drank himself to death.


He died of a broken heart, it's true.

Beside the pool.

Beside the pool.

And Echo had her revenge.




◄ Floral Evensong

I Cannot Write Another ►


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Laura Taylor

Sun 22nd Apr 2018 18:37

Cheers Ray.

Yeh, I wanted Echo in it all the way through, hiding, then showing herself at the end. I enjoyed writing this one, and I like it myself.

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Sat 21st Apr 2018 21:14

The repetitions give this a haunting and hypnotic quality Laura, and expresses a sort of languor perfect for the theme in mind. Interesting how the poetic image differs from the personality disorder itself which can cause so much damage in the world.

Nice work ! Ray

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Laura Taylor

Sat 21st Apr 2018 13:54

16th poem for NaPoWriMo 2018. Prompt: to play with the myth of Narcissus.

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