I Am, Europia
I hang on the wall of an art gallery in Canada,
it is said I am the epitome of feminine beauty;
my skin is pale and porcelain perfect- my lips ruby,
my gown is low and in the softest mauve silk;
a cape of chiffon orange and rose pink floats in the breeze.
I am the daughter of a King and a Greek princess,
my story really begins when I was at the seashore;
Jupiter, the Greek god saw me and became quite enamored,
he set about a devious plan to seduce and ravish me;
taking the form of a white bull and mingling in my father's herd.
On a sunny bright day I was gathering pretty flowers,
I came upon the bull and made him a flower chain;
draping it around his horns and bravely I felt to ride him,
I climbed upon his back and he carried me far away;
into the shallow water and then the open sea- then I was lost.
I like to think of myself as that innocent girl playing,
with friends at the seashore or the girl picking flowers;
this oil painting of me is quite beautiful- I have heard it said,
can they see the deep sadness that dwells in my heart;
although I caress the bull and we had children, I dreamt of another life.
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August 21, 2017
Personification/I Am, Europia
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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