Bio: Elena S. Kotsile (pen name) is a scientific editor (B.Sc., M.Sc, PhD) with a background in molecular biology and immunology and a writer based in Berlin, Germany. Her creative words have appeared in Acropolis Journal, The Bear Creek Gazette, Grim & Gilded, Air & Nothingness press, Rabid Oak, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Greek journals and anthologies. Apart from scientific articles, she writes poetry and speculative fiction in English and Greek and queries for her first speculative novel. SFPA member. Twitter handle @Elena_Beate
Ursa Major gliding over pines
Eonian darkness Embraces my scattered Existence Below, Cimmerian Sea mirrors my seven Stars as my Eighth concealed light meta- morphoses sacred springs frozen lakes Last known occurrence I hover over structured assemblages; stalagmites made of faunal deposits, tectonic teeth consisted of artefacts, plastic, damaged tissue and decaying rain- forest—spatiotemporal lithic ruins from five hundred thousand years ago when the Sea rose up under a burning Sun carrying away skulls and leg bones, hoarding death over newly-formed steppes. I bestow my shadow upon the last dying remnants of earthlings once inhabitants of this island, as we are now in this frail speck of Space—I shiver fantasizing about future floods eroding my aching skin Sweet-smelling Mentha you dry me, you dilute and drink me you rub my oblong leaves on your chest did you know I became small for love? I used to swim in lamentation’s deep waters, flowing cold under the earth, before I danced naked at the mountain’s foot, before I fell in love —melancholy and unseen soil my chthonic king my dark ruler— I used to swim with the dead in the abysmal caves of my sorrow Kallisto was here
Dismantle my person
Disperse my pieces
What do you see?
Relentless lake, cruel lake
I could tell (this) tale, I could Listen Once, in Arcadia–
Before being a beast, a star, a mother
I was me, myself I was
Your writing is deep-touching the soul! Such a tortured soul Kallisto was, and your writing goes under the skin.
Kallisto, a parade example for women raped and being blamed therefore 😤 what a tragedy that this happens since human exist, and still in our days.
BTW, My favorite star sign in the sky and on my shoulder 🌌
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Poetry showcase at Fevers of the MInd! Read my poems inspired by Greek mythology and science!