of nimüe at the lake in gazing for
a reflection of her other selves
gazing in an unblemished return
for she wears these many faces
having become so many
she has lost her original view
so she waits and waits for fogs to burn
to see herself anew
of nimüe
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5 responses to “of nimüe”
Excellent take on this. I had to look up nimue. But it all makes sense now.
Yeah, my Arthurian Myth is showing today. 😉
And reflective of our lives (and isn’t this, perhaps, one of the objectives of myths – to illustrate the truths of our lives?); we adopt so many faces until we reach the point at which we can no longer recognise our own reflection.
It makes one wonder if we ever see ourselves true or if it is only in facets.
You’re probably correct in your assumption.