L. B. Mek

Promise, of a budding Tithonus


If you

          be my Aurora 

a conduit to the dawning of life’s rewarding scenes:


of wrinkled fingers

                    intertwined bloodless, by decades of unyielding ferocity 

of withered skin

                    glistening, overflowing vitality nourished by intoxicating proximity 

of Mythos cruelty

                    overcome, by unflinching sincerity within pulsating-synchronicity,


then I 

          shall be your selfless Daffodil of unbending loyalty

enticed from that first-glimpse, of your Echoes sweet cadence of kindness.



© L. B. Mek

February 2020


  • Makoto Maruyama

    Mythical image, very good.

    • L. B. Mek

      so glad you enjoyed this little nod to romance framed within mythological context,
      thank you for the supportive comment

    • Jerry Reynolds

      A tough little beauty, that Daffodil.
      Good write L.B.

      • L. B. Mek

        thanks Jerry!
        daffodil: narcissus
        who rejected echo's love among others and spent his time 'bending' to see his reflection in ponds and lakes because he thought himself so beautiful, I especially like Paolo Coelho's take on the symbolism/meaning of that mythological parable, in his book: The Alchemist':

        'But... was Narcissus beautiful?' the lake asked.

        'Who better than you to know that?' the goddesses asked in wonder. 'After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!'

        The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

        'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.'

      • Goldfinch60

        That daffodil will live forever in your words Mek.


        • L. B. Mek

          thanks Andy, I was just playing around with mythological symbolism my friend

        • Neville

          this is a magnificent poem L.B now whether inspired by the lover of the long now departed Eos prince of Troy ... or conversely by the much more recent Alfred Lord Tennyson matters not a single jot ... it is nigh on magnificent regardless and in its own write ...


          • L. B. Mek

            so cool, that you managed to find this feeble nod to Mythos romance, my friend
            of course Tennyson is a favourite so his works inspired by Grecian myths and legends, including Troy must have influenced me somehow; I mean how many leaders and politicians have 'borrowed' lines from Ulysses alone, lol
            thanks for the confidence boost, always a bit nervous when you share works that most people may consider archaic in subject, but what can we do, in the words of Tennyson 'that which we are, we are', lol:
            'We are not now that strength which in old days
            Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
            One equal temper of heroic hearts,
            Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
            To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.'

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