Diana does the dishes.
Her arms are arrows
searching for the wild beasts
lurking in the bubbly forest of her sink.
She smiles when she finds a white
saucer the size of the moon.
The trickle of the faucet stream,
the natural flow of fertility.
Patiently, Diana frees food debris
to end their evening slavery.
Pots and pans of silver–
mirrors for self-admiring.
Her sponge’s quiver emptied;
her hunt is at an end. “Special delivery!”
she cries, splashes playfully her eyes,
but be careful not to spy
her hands emerging,
two private poppies for remembering.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
NaPoWriMo#5~Today’s challenge is to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?