Tonight’s poem is from another not-a-poet-for-her-day-job, Cindy Clayton. She is a good friend of mine, and she always loves to participate in whatever call for poetry I have her on my blog, and I love it when she does, because her poems are so much fun. I especially like the way her poem just strolls around, all natural-like, and then — bazinga! — really gets you at the end.
What I learned from mythology:
Never direct insults at those with terrible powers
and vengeful natures.
If you wish to be deathless,
you must also wish to be ageless.
Lie low, pretty young women,
lest someone from the pantheon claim you
and proceed with all manner of indignities.
If you need to do something that’s impossible,
get a god to sponsor your endeavor
and you may just have a chance.
No defensive mechanism exists which can’t be beaten
with a little ingenuity.
Should you happen to spot a goddess in the altogether,
turn quickly away
and just keep walking.
Metamorphosis is forever, so think twice—
unless you’re a god,
in which case the sky’s the limit.
But usually, a simple disguise will serve
when you’re in a tight spot.
And if your story is utterly tragic, or impressively heroic,
or you manage to please the right deity,
You could end up among the stars.