Metamorphoses

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Seanathon
Seanathon
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The sheet slips back as Apollo awakes
Your master rises; you kneel like Photis.
Warm curves turn golden as soft sleep breaks
Waiting to serve, palms up like a lotus.

Like Eros I came, your body was bound
And the tears you shed turned the silk sheet damp.
They whispered, can this be love you have found?
Your doubt burned the bond like oil from a lamp.

But you cast off your fear like chains of steel
And let your soul guide you through the crisis.
At the gates of darkness you would not kneel
And won my love, a blessing from Isis.

Bound by your hair, my breath coming faster
My flesh is a slave; you are the master.

Seanathon
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TsothaTsothaabout 10 years ago

Ah, thank you for the explanation! I know the tale of Eros and Psyche; I should have caught the reference when you wrote "Like Eros I came" (silly me). Photia, however... Yes, that was a bit obscure, haha. Even so, I think it is still possible to enjoy the main idea of it without the references (of course, someone who sees it all will enjoy it the most).

SeanathonSeanathonabout 10 years agoAuthor
Thanks!

Hey Tsotha,

Thanks for both checking out my poem and the feedback.

The title, Metamorphoses, actually refers to a novel (also known as the Golden Ass) written in the 2nd Century AD, so I figured most readers wouldn't get many of the references. I was inspired to write it after googling the work for my short story Dream Siren, a tale of dominance and submission (thus the title's initials D/s).

Metamorphoses is a collection of tales, the most famous being the story of Eros and Psyche. But the main character is a man named Lucius, whose love for a slave girl named Photis leads to him accidentally transforming himself into an ass (donkey).

The second and third stanzas of my poem refers to the tale of Eros and Psyche. His mother Venus tried to separate the two of them, and Psyche (Soul) had to journey to the Underworld (the gates of darkness) to prove her love.

And the last line of the third stanza refers to the end of Metamorphoses, where Lucius finally finds salvation through the intervention of the goddess Isis.

I know a lot of the references in the sonnet (and the story Dream Siren) were probably way too obscure for most readers, but that's what happens when you drink too much Jameson's while writing.

Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment!

TsothaTsothaabout 10 years ago

I liked your second stanza, where she is bound and starts to doubt, and I also like the last line, where the narrator admits that she is the master. I'm not so sure about the third stanza, however; the "gates of darkness" didn't do much for me. I also did not get the "Photis" reference. You used Apollo for "sun" just before, so Photis must be related to light? Anyway, a nice poem. Thank you for sharing.