Metamorphosis

Burning the night oil

As I toil away

Reading the pages of Ovid’s

Metamorphoses

Getting lost in the story

Exploring each page

Waiting for the change

To something less fortunate

Diana was in her glory

Actaeon saw her bathe

So she makes him a stag

That his dogs tore to bits

Narcissus caught a glimpse

Of what his admirers crave

So he stares into the lake

And reflects love for him

The laurel leaves grow

From the hands of Daphne

As she’s chased by Apollo

Like a sculptor depicts

Pygmalion crafts his art

And falls in love with his creation

The sculpture’s incarnated

It went from stone to flesh

Icarus and Daedalus

And those wings of wax

Ambitious mythic engineers

And their fall from grace

I wonder is this all there is

As I’m changing what I read

Into a page I wrote -- My own

Metamorphosis