I did not choose my muse, the god Bastet owned me; I fell for the sunrise in her eyes, her tamed ferocity, soft fur, and her full throttle purr. She favours my chest and hip as the spots on which she sleeps, riding the waves of dreams with me, kneading us into shape, a comforting […]
Day: April 21, 2020
Daphne
Free to flow in fountains, wells and streams, I was not one to flaunt my naiad beauty, and was bound to Peneus by daughterly duty. I loved to swim and dive, I felt alive in water, still or flowing, crystal clear as my virginity, innocent to the onslaught of male potency. But gods are gods […]
writing in north norfolk 