Myth Transformed

An archetypal story revisited.  Actually, a few myths combined/echoed.

Mythos

for Marika

A canary unicycle
flies through the streets
ridden by a girl
with windswept black hair.
In her hand
a string
taut to the sky
trails out further and further
to a speck of kite
skimming the outer reaches
of atmosphere,
then a spiral fall
spinning shimmer
races down to meet her.
A blur descends,
grazes the grass,
noses up with beating wings
and perches on her shoulder
as she races
to meet the sun.

Mythos

for Marika

A canary unicycle

flies through the streets

ridden by a girl

with windswept black hair.

In her hand

a string

taut to the sky

trails out further and further

to a speck of kite

skimming the outer reaches

of atmosphere,

then a spiral fall

spinning shimmer

races down to meet her.

A blur descends,

grazes the grass,

noses up with beating wings,

and perches on her shoulder

as she races

to meet the sun.

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