the boy at the altar of delphi

By Renee Jacobson

a smoke-shrouded figure

sings to the light

i come closer,

the sting of citrus on my lips

the only thing i feel

through the haze i see

a Muse given form

with shadows for hair

and the stars for eyes

he raises his hands— 

a benediction

a condemnation

still he sings

“know thyself” cries apollo

from his pediment

as i leave, shaken

Renee Jacobson is a queer science fiction & fantasy writer who draws inspiration from her love of space and history. She grew up in the Phoenix, Arizona area and is currently a full-time college student. She can be found on Twitter at @june_monsoons.

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