This post is in honor of Meg McNulty (@charitygirlblog), Classicist and secret goddess, who shares my love of mythology.
I always thought there might be another side of the Danaë myth. Here’s my version.
DAY 11: GREED
Every morning, sun reflected off the sill of her bronze tower, warming her face. Today, a shower of gold flakes floated down and manifested into a man’s shape.
His voice was like thunder, yet his hands were gentle, countless gold flakes brushing her skin.
Before long, Danaë was with child. She gathered handfuls of gold flakes and scattered her hair, greedily rubbing them across her belly.
One day, he looked in her eyes and saw only the reflection of the gold.
As he fled, the gold flakes melted in the sun like snow. Her despairing cries followed him to Olympus.
Word Count: 100
Art by Brad Kunkle, “Two Suns,” Oil and Gold leaf on canvas – All rights reserved.
Amazing! As evocative as poetry – and a gorgeously sensual take on Perseus’ conception. Pure Solid GOLD!
This is really beautiful! I agree with Meg that it is evocative and sensual. 🙂
Love love love it! Danae is one of my faves. 🙂 Pure poetry and very inspirational. Thanks.
The voice that you evoke in all your pieces is so ethereal and delightful. Gorgeous read!
Love the flash 🙂 And yes, gods are jerks.
You have such a mastery of imagery! This is vivid reading!! Beautiful!!
A beautiful piece again!