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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit

sappho #31 (poem of jealousy / φαίνεταί μοι)

That man is like a god

just sitting near you listening

close to your voice—delirium—

your laughter dripping mercury

between my ribs and into

my kinetic heart. You turn

to me and I am god and

godless, full of words and

voiceless as my tongue dies and

lithe flame ignites beneath

my skin, consuming light and

sound from senseless

senses sweat erupts and

shivers grip my shoulders I

am paler than the palest grass

with swelling tiny deaths.