Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit
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sappho #31 (poem of jealousy / φαίνεταί μοι)
That man is like a god
just sitting near you listening
close to your voice—delirium—
your laughter dripping mercury
between my ribs and into
my kinetic heart. You turn
to me and I am god and
godless, full of words and
voiceless as my tongue dies and
lithe flame ignites beneath
my skin, consuming light and
sound from senseless
senses sweat erupts and
shivers grip my shoulders I
am paler than the palest grass
with swelling tiny deaths.