Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net is to imagine a mythical character or creature in a situation that is unusual for them. I thought it would be fun to image Aphrodite going through a week of PMS and suffering the same things that most period-having people do.
If you’re here, consider also reading my friends’ poems on Kittu’s Modern Mixtape and Amour Infini. They are participating in NaPoWriMo with me once again this year, and they’re both brilliant writers!
Now, the poem. Happy reading! Xx
It’s that time of the month again,
Everything around me seems blue;
Someone’s chewing too loudly,
Loud breathing irks me, too.
And I wonder to myself
How it all still stands true
For all the people who bleed,
And some who don’t, or can’t do.
So, I ask another question,
A rather important one, it’d seem–
Is Aphrodite above such concerns?
Or is she eating cookie dough, like me?
Though she is the Goddess of Love,
Beauty and Fertility,
I wonder whether she’s like the rest of us,
Crying over some cheesy movie.
You’d think she has it all sorted,
And no lover ever broke her heart;
But what if Aphrodite is just one of us,
Agonizing over an unreturned call?
Perhaps, swaddled in a warm blanket,
With a heating pad for comfort,
A bag of spicy wafers in hand,
And an iced coffee tumbler tall.
It has been a terrible week,
And all she wants is peace,
And maybe a box of ice cream,
Or two, or maybe three,
And someone to tell her
That she’s still very pretty,
That under the PMS weight and acne,
She’s still the glorious Aphrodite.
After all, who ever says
A Goddess can’t have bad days?
Sure, she feels the same
When nothing goes her way.
Perhaps, deep down, she stays
Just another one of us,
Or perhaps we all have a little Aphrodite,
Even through the hell that is PMS.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.