Thursday, May 6, 2010

narcissus

when he saw himself there, at the bottom of the river bed, he could think of nothing else
nothing but the crystal cut features, the rich hair and piercing eyes
he was so entranced that he spent days, weeks even, at the edge of the river, peering upon himself
until one day he decided he had to be with himself and took the plunge, only to never rise upwards to the surface again.

4 comments:

crimzonite said...

Before I saw the post title I was going to say it reminds me of the story of narcissus; but I love your adaption of the myth. :)

simone on the internet said...

This is beautifully written. And so intriguing!

Nedda Ebo said...

Oh my GOD. That was beautiful. Your writing is just so stunning...but this is my favourite thus far.

Mustart x

Stace said...

you never cease to amaze.

<3