Myth shrouds herself in mist.
Myth, whose true meaning almost always
nonetheless beckons from every turn
in the path.
Myth urges me,
Come hear this new story, this old story.
You'll like it.
And this time, I promise,
you'll get the true meaning.
I'll mist it a little, since that's the point of myth,
But only enough to add a bit of mystery.
In this case, finally,
you won't miss the meaning of the myth
because of mist.
And thus the Lucy of storytelling
once again suckers me,
the Charlie Brown of readers.
Let Myth continue to shroud meaning
in mysterious mist.
And I'll continue,
as long as I have breath and functioning eyes,
to undertake the job of decoding
--against my very nature—
story after story after story.
Copyright © 2017 Ann Tudor
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