#NaPoWriMo
Now for our last prompt of the year – optional, as always! Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend, as in Claire Scott’s poem “Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”
Happy writing!
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ARTEMIS AT THE PHARMACY ( A Prose Poem)
"I would like a potion please."
"You've come to the right place, how can I help you?"
"Well, it's a little delicate."
"Discretion is my middle name, Miss."
"Really?" Artemis, looks doubtful.
"Well, not literally of course, but you can trust me, Miss."
"I need a potion to give life to the dead."
"I am not sure I understand Miss, you"ve killed someone?"
"Not someone, a person, but I have
killed a deer."
"A deer you say? Oh it's only an animal, you can have it butchered for its venison."
"No, no, Mr. Discretion, you don't understand, I am banned from hunting, my father made me promise. So have you got what I need?"
"I am sorry Miss, but no, I could give you a shot of adrenaline if your corpse were human and had just died, right this minute."
"Oh please Mr. Discretion, let's try that! He's just outside. In the land-rover. Do let's try."
The pharmacist went into the back and drew up a shot of adrenaline. He thought the young lady very beautiful and wanted to help.
He returned, "Quickly please," Artemis urged.
Outside in a land-rover, lay the body of a deer with an arrow in it.
"You shot it with a bow and arrow?" the pharmacist asked incredulous that this slight girl could have killed the animal thus.
"Never mind that now, " Artemis replied, "please let's save him!"
The pharmacist plunged the large needle in the direction of the deer's heart without a hope in hell of reviving it.
Artemis, watched intently and then slowly pulled the arrow out of the deer, closing her hand over the blood as it spouted out.
The pharmacist was watching for signs of life at the animal's head and didn't see the wound close up as if by magic.
To the pharmacist's surprise, the deer opened his beautiful, soulful, brown eyes.
"You've done it! You've done it!"
Artemis cried.
The deer started to thrash about and they both stood back and allowed it to stagger to it's feet.
With a baleful look, the deer was off down the street for the whole village to see.
Artemis jumped into the land-rover and waved and shouted, "Thanks Mr. Discretion!"
" My name is John Howard." He said to thin air.
So was born another myth to add to all the ones before it. The myth of how John (my middle name's Discretion) Howard, brought a deer back to life.
In a large mansion in the nearby hills, Zeus, the father of Artemis, had watched all on the CCTV cameras which he had world-wide access to. She was a wily one this daughter of his, using magic which was forbidden, to bring the deer back to life. Still what could you expect when gods and Goddess had to live as humans in this new world order!
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