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A girl stands off in the distance as she watches the gods at play. |
Boreas and zephyrs are holding a ball And dance with snowflakes as they Carousel ‘mongst the domains of Zeus. A mortal below stares upon This celestial dance and, Wishing to take part, Proffers a hand And catches the eye Of a frozen passerby. - He floats oh so daintily. A beauty, quite cold. And conduct to match. He takes her hand. Their dance is not long He leaves mid-step with the grace of water. The mortal, abashed, glances about her. And seeing the dryads surrounded by suitors Feels the chill of her slight all the more. - The mortal, quite jilted, places blame on herself And heads back toward home to find a better dress. When she returns with an outfit, more befitting, She is wounded to find that the ball has ended And white sigh escapes her The act reminding her that her plans were too lofty. How could she catch the eyes of the gods? - Artemis rides in and Apollo soon after As the mortal peers out of her window To see if the gods might hold another ball. But she is shocked to see That the gods have gone And not a speck of white has remained. The dark of the day making even the slight Feel slightly less so. - Apollo comes again and the mortal girl Sees another ball has been prepared. The dancing has begun again and more Children of Khione are arriving in time. The girl bounds outside, Her hopes outstripping Icarus, And smiles, ecstatically. - She freezes, mid-motion. Like the creek that’s beside her And watches nervously as a suitor approaches. His beauty, in simplicity and complexity, Outstrips he who had left her. And she fears to catch his eye Lest her fall be that much greater. - But he catches her eye and Dances a mite closer; He has found a beauty the other did not see Her smile that shines brighter than Apollo’s chariot. - She, again, extends a hand, Aware of the similarities, But, like two snowflakes, The encounters are not the same. Her snow suitor has chosen her and Her fears melt in his hand. And he does not melt in her's. |