Multifasetica

You were not a goddess - no ivory trespass or oath in alabaster to wrap in cloth and bury where it could not be found; no vessel to be cherished or adorned with oil. Too much skin and bone and blood to fill up a world of men. You could not breathe under water - your hair a window floating, framed across the surface as the water line rose up the pier and sucked barnacles like teeth But we made you a myth an omen for the young men who placed the ocean under their caps and baited their hooks every morning to try to catch the silver trout left shining on the rocks where they hauled in the waves and left your shells.