A poem for Apollo

by Christos Polydorou

Even at your most
        dire

Your heart is
        on fire:

At your most
       solemm

There is nothing about
       you that is a god

that is fallen…
       Your skin as white

as snow
        Apollo.

As above
       so below

so the proverb
      goes:

In the heart
      of man:

divinity;
      and in the heart

of god:
     humanity.

You pushed
       her.

You pushed
       her.

to the edges
      of who she was

and what her needs
      were.  You know

what, even her wants
      could not include you.

Everything
      she was

excluded you.
      And yet

you chased her.
      Raced her

through the fields
     the skies

until you reached
     the forest.

She would rather be
     a tree

for the rest
     of her life

than bear
     the double-edged knife

of your 
     love.

Now you sit
     by trees in clearings

weeping in their glow,
     Apollo.

But even if she
     changes

she is not
     for you

and you learned this
     the hard way.

Let her
     go,

Apollo.
     Let go

of Daphne.
     Find someone other,

someone other who loves you
     back.

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