
Your heel sucks
I get it, but
Did you know
There is physio for that
Surgery is also an option
I can’t see how
An arrow to the tendon
Is a means by which
You actually succumbed
To death, by Paris’ hand
Your mother was a good soul
Who loved you
A bath in the river Styx
Might have blessed you
With immortality
Or maybe
You just stunk
Like dirty diaper
And milk, crusted in
The folds of your
Cherubic baby rolls
No one truly wants to perish
But getting older
Elicits new aches and pains
At inconvenient intervals
Horror unfolds upon
Discovery of grey hairs
In unmentionable places
Your peerless tale
Is a reflection
Of our longing
To not receive
Time’s shitty add-ons
A few months ago
My friend tore her tendon
(Your corporal namesake)
During a light jog
Would you really
Have preferred death
To a floating cast
Because she’s doing great
Did guilt constantly
Plague your thoughts for
Slaying and defiling
Poor Hector’s body
Was glorious death
A easy way out
As opposed to
Solemn contrition
And humility
Grey Hades
Doesn’t seem like
A fun place to
Hang out for eternity
I’m just saying
A cup of warm, spiced wine
Fireside, wearing your
Comfiest toga
Was probably
The better choice
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.


Comments (7)
Love your contemporising of this tale… glad your friend is healing well.
It's like a walk through our minds and a walk through our fears. Realising the aches and pains and all the grey hairs. I now know why you mentioned the aches, your friend tore her tendon. Sounds painful. I am sorry to hear. You write with so much intention and so much passion, that it hooks me and attaches me to it's meaning and have me chasing every sway. I never know where certain lines will go. But they always lead somewhere priceless. I like the calm that came at the end with the spiced wine. Nicely done for poppy's prompt ❤️🤗
I love it!!! What a great job!!!
Oh I LOVE tone of this. I was smiling reading it. Great take and excellent poem!
What a clever, playful, and sharp take on an epic story! I love how you blend humor with a touch of modern reality. It really makes the myth feel alive and relatable.
This is brilliantly cheeky! 😆 The diaper line had me wheezing!! If Achilles had physio and a cozy fire instead of drama, history might’ve been way less tragic (and way more chill).
"No one truly wants to perish" I beg to differ. I would love to perish, lol. Loved your poem!