Cassandra (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Things long past and things to come echo through my brain. I see the lips of a god forming first a blessing, then a curse. I hear the crackle of fire and screams, voices of my family and of people I have never known. There is always a dark shape behind my reflection and a prickly smell seeps through to me from the other side of the rain.
The signs are all there.
But my speech sounds like lies to the average ear, and the average eye cannot see what I see, and thus no one steps forwards to save the world.
And I know that when the time comes, I will dance among the flames singing: ‘I told you so’, because at that point, I will have become too mad to care.
But that is of little consolation to me now.
A Bolg? 
Widdershins
/ September 14, 2013Awake, in a world of sleepwalkers.
W. R. Woolf
/ September 14, 2013Yes, it was some curse Apollo gave her.
RamisaR
/ September 15, 2013Beautiful post!
When I saw the title, I immediately thought of the song “Cassandra” by Two Steps from Hell (it’s an instrumental). Have you heard of it? 🙂
W. R. Woolf
/ September 15, 2013Thank you 🙂
When I heard it, I recognized the “song”, but I didn’t know it was called Cassandra before.
Thanks for the link 🙂
RamisaR
/ September 15, 2013You’re welcome! 😀
angeliquejamail
/ September 16, 2013This is great. Do you mind if I use it in a lesson on ekphrastic poetry and the prose-poem form? Giving you credit, of course. 🙂
W. R. Woolf
/ September 16, 2013Thank you.
And not at all, you can use it all you want, I’m sort of honoured actually 🙂
angeliquejamail
/ September 17, 2013Lovely, thanks. 🙂