When the Day Ends

January 19, 2012
By silysonya GOLD, Oberursel, Other
silysonya GOLD, Oberursel, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Live Like There's No Tomorrow

There go the people.
I must follow them for I am their leader.
Alexandre Ledru-Rollin

We know her only as the Christmas tree.
The one that decorates
and prepares, for the arrival of Santa Clause.
Go back to Fall; where the tears roll down blossomless cones.
‘Why do you cry?’ chirps a bird, ‘I cry because I am’ says she.
Once a beautiful nymph, now a flowerless tree.
Not her decision, but her escape from Pan.
‘I cry because I am plain, not even gifted with a single bloom, but armed with hard cones.
Cursed to shine only once a year, wretchedly long’s the year. And when that day ends… I die.‘

The author's comments:
It’s the story of the nymph Pity, the pine-tree, which happen to also be Pan’s sacred trees. From my list of myths it was said that the North-Wind killed her for choosing Pan over him and Pan turned her into a pine-tree. Another version that I found was that the Gods turned her into a pine-tree to escape Pan’s grasp.
This poem is about the post-events of Pity which I did not find anywhere but wrote myself.
Fun Fact- Pity means fir tree in Greek.

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