Greek mythology contains many stories that have relevance and significance today. The story of Phaethon’s downfall is one such myth. Phaeton was a young man who felt embarrassed and humiliated because he was illegitimate and did not know who his father was. He knew his mother who loved him and he had sisters who loved him but this was not enough.
We’re a lot like
the ebb and flow
of the tide:
I am the water,
you are the sand.
Sooner or later,
I’ll come back to you.
I always do.
I wish, then,
that I could drown the moon
in my saltwater.
That way maybe -
just maybe -
my seas will calm
and I won’t reach
for the touch of your hand
I am Pluto
and you are the sun.
With all of space and time at your every whim,
I can’t help but wonder:
how could I ever compare
whose places as planets still hold tight
and whose surfaces are graced
with the touch of your starlight?
Can you even see me this far out?
Am I even in your solar system?
there’s no embrace
which quite matches
the comfort of water
whose liquid limbs encircle
your every bone
and snuggly hug
the dips and bends in your framework;
swallows you up
and fills you whole.
careful she doesn’t try to kiss you though,
heaven knows you’re far too young for that.
Was invited to the Creative and Cultural Skills conference in Edinburgh today to summarise the events of the day, along with three other students on my course. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least, but an enjoyable experience in the end.
It was also an eye-opening and interesting event overall. We heard from a number of different organisations and people involved in the Creative Industries and its continual growth in the UK.
Personally, I learned of the existence of Creative Apprenticeships and have consequently become incredibly interested in partaking in one myself. It could be a potential route to travel down instead of the standard High School-College-University road most people take. It would allow me to experience the Creative Industry in a more practical way – I could get hands-on, first hand experience in the aspect of the Creative Industries I’m most interested.
It’s definitely a path for me to consider.
you’ve left a mark on my heart
that matches so perfectly
the colour of its flesh
that I can’t tell
if you’ve hit the whole thing
or just a tiny corner.
guess I’ll just have to wait for it to swell
though something tells me that won’t happen.
Here, have an excerpt from the first chapter of my novella! It’s a short piece of dialogue between the two main characters in the novella – E and Diane – as E drives them to Jasper, Alabama to find one of the entrances to Hades.
As E leads Diane to his Chevy Impala on the opposite side of the road, he turns to look at her abandoned motorbike momentarily, “I’ll also buy you a new bike for all your troubles because gods know that won’t still be there when you get back.”
Diane can’t even commit to a laugh as she opens the car door and sits in the passenger seat. E switches the headlights on and exacts a u-turn in the road to head west.
E’s destination in the state over is Jasper, Alabama. It’s not somewhere Diane is familiar with – in fact, the whole state of Alabama is pretty much unchartered territory for her. Their journey time is less than half a day but it allows for plenty of time for E to chatter on to her about his plans.
“Do you know what’s in Jasper, Alabama?” E asks Diane somewhere outside of Tifton.
“No, but I’m going to guess you’ll tell me in a minute anyway,” she replies bluntly.
E ignores her tone, “The entrance to Hades – well, one of them anyway.” E grins at Diane excitedly and she has to try her best not laugh. However, E can see the mirth trying to break through, “Okay, rule number one: no laughing at anything I ever tell you.”
Diane rolls her eyes and sits back in the passenger seat, throwing her feet up onto the dashboard. E swats at them immediately, brows furrowing in a frown.
“Rule number two: no feet on my dashboard.”
“Rule number three: don’t touch me,” Diane demands quickly.
A long silence befalls the pair. Night is slowly passing by and the very tip of the sun can be seen in the rear view mirror, creeping up beyond the horizon.
“Don’t you have any questions?” E asks curiously. He takes a long side glance at the Latina in the passenger seat. She looks bored beyond belief; eyes drooping shut out of exhaustion.
“Mostly I just ask myself why the fuck I agreed to this.”
“Ah, that would be because of a deeply rooted curiosity at what I am offering you and whether or not I can truly provide it. I think part of you also wants to prove me wrong – or, more importantly, prove yourself right. I also-”
“Okay, rule number four: no psycho-analysing me.”
Five minutes later, Diane rolls over in the passenger seat to face E, “Right, fine; why are we going to Hades?” Diane overloads ‘Hades’ with so much sarcasm it makes E twitch.
“This darkness, this ominous shadow that has encompassed Olympus is quite obviously something sinister and deadly and not to be dealt with lightly. I mean, let’s be fair: Zeus can’t even remove it himself. So, my plan is to unite the other Olympians and have them launch an attack on this darkness in the hopes it will disperse and Zeus can be freed – and, y’know, the whole world will be safe again. The usual.”
“It’s just darkness? How hard can that be to get rid of? Can’t you just get your boy Apollo in there – Mr. Sun God and all that?”
“I’m impressed by your limited knowledge of Apollo however I’m stunned you haven’t deduced that if a first generation Olympian god – never mind king of the gods, God of All Gods Zeus – can’t remove this shadow, then no one can. And certainly not a second generation Olympian like fucking Apollo. What an appalling suggestion!” E laughs raucously at his own pun.
“You need to warn me before you want be patronising; it was a simple question.”
“It was a stupid question,” E chides childishly.
“Don’t make me instate a fifth rule!”
E merely smiles sardonically, eyes focused on the road ahead. It’s been a quiet, undisturbed journey. Few vehicles have passed them and no one has come up behind them. In such deserted lands, a sense of isolation befalls the pair.
If anyone has any constructive criticism on this, please share. Any help is greatly appreciated!