Cakes and poems.

A little late today with my poem, that’s because I was baking Vegan red velvet cupcakes. For my Writers group tomorrow. They look yummy, if I do say so myself.  Todays poem is called Archetypes. hope you enjoy.

 

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Archetypes.

 

 

If a hero was a small, immature human,

Then an apple is a woman of skill.

A shadow, misunderstood,

And a mother, a body of moving water.

Have you thought this through?

 

A beast is a reptile,

And an Angel playful.

Then the artist is an illusion.

As is life.

 

The fool, a winged creature of peace,

And a scapegoat is made of soap.

The self, a person who worships,

A Goddess or God.

It doesn’t matter.

We are all.

We can be.

There are no Archetypes!

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