ARIADNE, POEM
This is one of three poems that I’m not sure if I actually wrote. I know that seems a bit silly it say, but it really was as if they’d written themselves; or someone else was in my head forming it for me. For each one came to me fully formed it seemed while I was asleep, and all I had to do the next morning was simply edit proof read them. I expect most, or all of you have had a similar mysterious thing happen to you. So, this is the poem that gave birth to the story below. ARIADNE Ariadne stood... Sign in to see full entry.