Amaryllis
a myth in two weeks of text messages
0.
Prologue
I had been planning to send a poem each night you were away. Then I walked past
that really good lingerie store. So. I’ll send your first snapshot before
boarding begins.
1.
The saleswoman handed me a velvet hanger draped with something outlandish and red. She nodded knowingly and vanished, leaving me white and incredulous beside the gilt-framed mirror. There was no price on the tag, only a name: Amaryllis.
2.
The flower, like so many, was once a timid nymph. Timid and twitterpated with some beautiful boy. Some shepherd, flung far afield. A desperate Amaryllis sought advice from the oracle, who said
3.
Turn up the heat in heart-stopping, electric, fire-engine red. Gorgeous stretch lace cups offer structured support with hot satin ribbon detailing.
4.
How pleasurable the afternoon half-hour spent sprawled on the comforter, arching alone to get the right angles.
5.
Night after night the nymph appeared outside Alteo’s home and opened her robes. Pleaded: Shepherd, see me. Pierced her bared breast with a golden arrow. Rained red droplets on his door.
6.
You should have seen me, centering the lens on the red ribbons dripping down my sternum. The penumbra under well-supported breasts. The lay of scalloped silk between them. The light on golden eyelets. The corner of a smile on rose-madder lips.
7.
The other nymphs noticed that Amaryllis had begun humming around sunset. She dreamt all day of the darkness, of the slow slide of cloth from a shoulder, the coolness of moon on her skin.
8.
Finally one morning Alteo opened his door and found a spectacular little red flower. Petals splaying, hot as blood. Pulsing for want of him.
9.
Pulsing, anyway.
10.
Dear shepherd, I have wanted this, your eyes roving over these slopes.
11.
Amaryllis will grab attention and never let it go.
12.
But other eyes are lingering longer on this lingerie. My eyes. My incandescence. How strange to see.
13.
I’m glad you like them.
14.
I’m glad, anyway.
Kate Horowitz is a poet, essayist, and science writer in Washington, DC. Her work has appeared most recently in small poems for the masses, volume four; SIREN Magazine; and Yes Poetry, where she was also Poet of the Month in July 2018. She has work forthcoming in Rogue Agent and Moonchild Magazine. Find her online at thingswrittendown.com and on Twitter @delight_monger.