#clymnestra

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The Ghost of Clymnestra Awakening the Furies (1781)

by John Downman

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100 writing prompts-Only Human

Note: A very short drabble using @teashopwriting on my femme fatale Clymnestra from the Long Path,so doing a new style of writing which is more ornamental 

Clymnestra’s memories seem ancient with vignettes of her watery birth,it seems so far and yet like the drops of water that passed through her soul. For what she recalled is  a pretty young man,his eyes still as the forests around him,he seems gentle as he gave a soft kiss that even sway the breezes. For they all ran in the woods-him so ravenous like the wolf chasing the deer,hunting for its prey.She could run further and further into the worlds unknown.

She should not let herself expire to him in the first place-perhaps her human self is perhaps as fleeting as the wildflowers that grow in the fields,after all she could only dwell in the waters is that repeating memory over and over again.