The Sky Wept for Me
He and I caught each other’s eye only once
One moment was enough to seal my fate
How can one resist the sky falling for them?
Seeing the seasons in His eyes
How can one not bow down
In the presence of the titan slayer himself?
I knew they never lived long–the other women–
But I knew once I saw that look bolt across his face
Whatever choice I thought I had
Became only the illusion of a choice
She quietly observed
Righteously jealous
But did I deserve this destruction?
She gets praises
All calling her “cow-eyed”
Yet under her torment
I caught the mad cow disease
I wandered until my bones became brittle
A worn-out, live animal suit
Crossing continents
Do people ever remember me
When they gaze at the Ionian Sea
Or cross the Bosphorus?
Do they know what love made me do?
Love or servitude
Do I even know the difference?
He thinks he made up for it
Got his reckoning
Gave me a good ending
I cannot help that
To this day my eye still twitches
Every time I see the lightning strike
Reminding me of how grand you are
How small I am compared to you
How you didn’t try to save me
Daphodile is a sociology and political science student and full-time overthinker. Lover of things beautiful and macabre, tragic and funny. This poem is a part of an ongoing poetry series about giving voice to the misunderstood and misused women of Greek mythology.
Featured image by Yu Siang Teo on Unsplash.
