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女儿的短文系列--Ino

本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I have felt the wrath of the gods, and I can definitely sympathise.

I, Ino, was raised by my father, Cadmus, a great hero, and my mother Harmonia, the goddess of harmony. They together had my brothers and sisters, and me, Ino. I grew up and got married to Athamas, and had two children. Things were fine. But after one of my sister’s affair with Zeus, their baby, and her own death, everything went downhill. My siblings started to die off, so it was only fate that the same would happen to me. And Hera, the queen of Olympus, caused my death. She hated each of Zeus’s affairs, being his wife, and cursed the ones mixed up in it. Because I raised Dionysus, my sister and Zeus’s son, Hera cursed my husband. She drove him into a blind rage, causing him to kill my son, Learches. I had to escape, so I took my other son, Melicertes, with me and leapt into the sea. Zeus took pity on me, turning Melicertes and I into Nereids, and aided those at sea. From then on, I was worshipped as Leucothea, and Melicertes as Palaemon.

I knew about Ulysses and his adventures, and how the gods had kept him at sea for so long. The talk had been going around for years. And I pitied him. After leaving Calypso’s Island, his boat was destroyed by Poseidon. I decided to help him, because Poseidon and I never quite got along, and I wanted to annoy him. So, I talked to Ulysses, an unhappy and worn looking man. Despite that, he was quite polite, greeting me as a beautiful Nereid. I gave him my green veil that would keep him afloat. He seemed to think I was crazy, me telling him to believe that a veil would keep him afloat. I swam away before he could make a decision. But later, I heard Ulysses got to the mainland fine.

Ulysses deserves a happy ending. Poseidon has done enough, and he just wants to live out his life happily. Even though he has done some horrible things, killing so much and being too prideful, death seems too harsh for all the things that happened to him at sea. He has been through enough already, losing his whole crew, and being away from his wife and child for 20 years.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
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  • 枫下拾英 / 笔耕枫下 / 女儿的短文系列--Ino +5
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    • Charles Edward Clarke +1
      本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I am from beginning
      Charles Edward Clarke
      October 20,1897


      I am from scattered memories
      Of quiet streets
      The shoe shop where I worked
      The church where I believed


      I am from rising up
      Fighting
      For my country
      For God
      For better futures


      I am from letters
      A touch of reality from mother
      A bit of news on my sister and two brothers
      And replies
      In glossy details
      And feigned optimism


      I am from home
      A cake mother sent in a parcel
      Closing my eyes and trying to picture
      Her face


      I am from ruin
      Razed landscapes; once serene
      Mere skeletons; once sprouting life from its many fingers
      And bodies
      Glassy-eyed
      By the thousands


      I am from mud
      A layer of filth
      Anywhere
      Everywhere
      Versatile as dust


      I am from devastation
      Red rivers
      Cries
      Screams
      Burning
      Persistent haze
      A metallic tinge


      I am from my hiding place
      Behind the gun
      A barricade between me
      And those who fell at my hands


      I am from fear
      For my life
      For others
      Fear of tomorrow
      of nightmares
      And reality


      I am from friends
      Who called me “Deacon”
      Forced light-heartedness
      Making jokes to push away thinking


      I am from Vimy Ridge
      Victory a price
      One I and thousands of others paid


      I am from disappearing
      My facial features blurring together
      A mere receding memory


      I am from missing
      A life I could have lived
      A wife I could have loved
      A child I could have raised
      Instead
      Here I lie
      La Targette British Cemetery
      My body and story
      Fading to dust


      I am from an end
      19 years later
      May 4, 1917更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net