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.
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!