She slouches in, ever the surly adolescent;
slides like a grouch into her chair.
Her father, Priam, last king of the impregnable city
(Lo how the mighty walls of Troy forever fall)
is griping again his common complaints of shifty royal advisers
and tax collectors delinquent for the season.
Queen Hecuba purses her lips and frowns; passes down green beans
instead of the mashed potatoes her daughter asks for.
Heaving a weighty sigh, Cassandra tries to catch the glance
of a close-seated sibling, second eldest among her 50 brothers.
Fails, as expected. (Paris’s eyes already so full of Helen
whose beauty he has yet to see. Hands already so full
with the taste of her, he snatches in practice at scullery maids,
at the cook’s assistant; bears them off unwilling
into closets and dark corners—previews
of the world-ending snatch-and-run yet to come.)
The prophet sees in the distance her own snatching,
how this time next year she’ll be knocked up with the Sun God’s curse—
would-be curse, she corrects herself; disbelief comes as a burden
only to those unaccustomed to being disbelieved—
and laughs, distracted—a beat too soon,
interrupting her father’s joke before its punchline.
A minute later, redeems herself from his glare by laughing again,
this time at just the right moment in just the right way.
Under the table, she cups her ever-to-be-unpregnant belly
already swelling with a god’s seed,
already feeling the stories push and flutter beneath her skin.
~a.i.
[For more from the Myth & Fairy Tale Project.]
[Image: detail from The Crystal Ball by John William Waterhouse, public domain.]
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*Especially* when no one is listening.
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yup.
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*Especially* when no one is listening.
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🙂
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Wonderful once more.
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Thanks!
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Intriguing. Like hidden messages.
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Truth’s gotta go somewhere, even when no one is listening.
*Especially* when no one is listening.
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Wonderful once more. I’m jealous! 🙂
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Lol! And also: thanks!!
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Tense and intense — something delightful about word choice. I like it.
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Thanks!! I find the character of Cassandra — and how she survives that curse — endlessly fascinating…
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Hot damn!
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Ha! *sizzle*
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Thank you for providing me with good food for thought everytime!
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You’re quite welcome!
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Reblogged this on redsnest and commented:
This shows why Cassandra is such a popular name for females!
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