Daphne from fair Phobos did fly;
The west wind most sweetly did blow in her face-
While her silken scarf scarce did shadow her eyes,
The God cried "O pity," and held her in chase.
"Stay nymph, stay nymph," cries Appolo,
"Tarry and turn thee sweet nymph stay,
Lion nor tiger doth thee follow
Turn thy fair eyes and look this way.
O turn, O pretty sweet and let our red lips meet;
O pity me Daphne, pity me."
Author notes
Based on Greek mythology of course.
A contest entry
- Can You? [A Challenge Waiting For A Call!!] by crimson rose 247.
500 points, ended February 7, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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WOAH
Romance, Myth, [note: Apollo [correct spelling]]
other than that great write! I loved it, it was very nostalgic, like reading a classic and being brought to a museum witnessing lover's hidden yet shown in a painting, captured in a moemnt of time, where interpretation takes a run. I adore the lines, especially the last ones;
"'O turn, O pretty sweet and let our red lips meet;
O pity me Daphne, pity me." red lips meet is a great line, like two lovers on rondevous. parles frances?
lol.. I enjoyed it, the painting was breath taking. and love the use of punctuation done here, great justice.
Good luck
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