Plummy oxalis
craning your thin pale neck
toward the passing light
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Who was Cassandra?
In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
Beautiful photo and words. Thank you.
Posted by: Lilian Nattel | November 17, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Oh how lovely. You have such wonderful gifts.
Posted by: Hattie | November 19, 2012 at 12:46 PM
Lovely photo, Beth, to go with your exquisite little poem. I will think of this when I look at my own oxalis.
Posted by: Marja-Leena | November 19, 2012 at 04:48 PM
Like! Very much!
Posted by: nan | November 26, 2012 at 06:27 PM