by Janna Layton

Artemis in marble, of marble, alive
at the touch of Rodin—
if I could be one of your nymphs,
running through rivers in darkness, feet bare on pebbles,
armed with arrows, afraid of no one.

Or, Sappho, let me sit beside you.
Let us talk of apples and hyacinths
and Atthis.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: In September 2011, I went to the Rodin Museum in Paris, and his marble bust of Artemis/Diana captivated me. The image is featured above.

IMAGE: “Diane” by Auguste Rodin (1840-1917).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Janna Layton is a writer and office worker getting by in San Francisco. Her poetry and fiction have been published in various literary journals, including The RagUp the Staircase QuarterlyBartleby SnopesREAL, and The Pinch. She sporadically rambles on at readingwatchinglookingandstuff.blogspot.com.