In mythic lore, ok
advanced D&D, if
you catch a nymph naked
in the wilderness you either
go blind or die.
I forget. Probably
works out of the wilderness,
too. Apt either way, somehow.
So nymphs were in a sense
(innocence?) sort of a lesser
-regarded full-body medusa
so to speak. Or look. Watch it,
at any rate. It's a defensive
weapon, offensive to prudes
in the nymph case, to nobody
but a statue in Medusa's eyes
beheld. But the one gets you
hard in a better way (depending),
while you may die, or never see
such sights again, at least
you can roll on okay if
you lived. And
You shall have lived! All shall
know that, though they may
put your blindness down to
a more (self) abusive and
insulting cause!
You'll have a knockout tale
to tell to the police sketch
artist. Who better take care
not to nail the resemblance
a little too well
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, August 11, 2022
for Lore
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