Tale Weavers Fairy Tale: Fiction – Change of Heart #taleweaver #fiction #mythology #greek #roman  


Welcome to the monthly Fairy Tale writing prompt hosted by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. This month’s prompt is to write a fairytale about the following picture: 

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Daphne was tired of being stuck as a laurel tree. Thousands of years ago, she had begged her father, the river god Peneus, to save her from Apollo’s lust; he turned her into a special tree. 

Long ago she had sworn to be a virgin forever. She had begged her father to allow her to remain a free nymph. To not have to marry and birth him grandchildren. He was a kind god and had allowed his beloved daughter to remain pure. 

Daphne had always loved the woods and found serenity within the forrest. But after many years being stuck in it, the woods had become a cage to her. The laurel tree she was locked in was a prison and Daphne quietly loathed Eros who had sent Apollo after her in love, when Apollo had mocked Eros.

Eros had hit Apollo with an arrow of gold so he fell in love with Daphne. Like wise, Eros hit Daphne with an arrow of lead, so she would despise Apollo and be repelled by him. Nevertheless, Apollo visited Daphne to this day, swearing his love towards her millanias later. Her hate for Apollo had mellowed over time, although, she wouldn’t admit this to Apollo yet. 

He came often to admire her beauty even as a tree. He used some of her thinner branches and leaves to weave himself a crown of laurels, to remind himself of his love for Daphne; that this love still grew within him daily. He would replace a worn out and dried crown with a fresh one each time he visited. 

Though Apollo had many duties, he seemed to be appearing more often to see Daphne this last half-millennia. She drew her womanly figure out of her laurel tree to see him whenever he came. She had become more excited to see him over the last few hundred-years. Daphne looked forward to talking with him each visit. 

A friendship had developed and the sworn virgin Daphne was feeling things she had never felt before. Had Eros changed his mind and hit her with a golden arrow after all this time? Or had it been so long, his arrow of led had faded and no longer effected her. If so why did Apollo’s arrow of gold not fade? Why did he still love her? 

She had wondered this out loud today and Apollo laughed at her thoughts. His attractive face was timeless and beautiful. 

“It’s love Daph. It doesn’t fade if it’s real. If it’s true love it’s always there. At times I’ve been frustrated with you, about our situation and you being stuck in a laurel tree. It frustrates me you wanting to remain chaste. But even when I find I’m angry at you, the next time I see you we talk and my anger disappears. It doesn’t matter if you’re stuck in a tree, I love you anyways.”

Daphne smiled through the tree.”Look at you declaring your love to me through thousands of years unchanging. Though you yourself haven’t been chaste at all. It surprises me with all you have to do, that you come and see me without fail, these days often.” 

“Well, I think you’re returning my feelings finally; you’ve mellowed and I see you blush when I visit.” 

“Trees don’t blush Apollo.”

“Ah Daphne, you do indeed blush. I always take good care of you, so I know you well. I’ve played you many songs on my lute and I ensure the sunlight hits you just right. I keep the plague and disease from you, though it effect the humans and other parts of nature. I heal you if such disease affects you. But what I can’t do is change your form and release you from the laurel tree, if you still detest me.” Apollo sad this last line sadly. 

“You’ve tried?” Daphne asked. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to, even a few hundred-years-ago. But I grow weary of this form and it’s obstacles. I grow weary of a forrest I cannot move around and maintain. I wish to be a nymph again.” 

“Yes, dearest I know. I want that too.” 

“Would you force me?” Daphne asked Apollo. “Take me into your bed right away, no gentleness? Would you impregnate me right away?” 

Apollo shook his head. “Daph, after all these millenias you know me better than that. I’m not the lust-filled boy-god who would’ve had you without a second thought. I’ve spent thousands of years trying to get you to like me, to see beyond my faults, such as my lust. It’s not merely lust I feel for you. I love you, the real you. The nymph I’ve gotten to know so well. That’s why I have your crown upon my head. Why I play you beautiful music and take special care of you. I’d take special care with you in my bed as well,” Apollo added with a sly grin. 

“I know, but I’m afraid, Apollo. I’ve been a laurel tree so long. And before that I wanted to be on my own, no man or god to tie me down. You’ve grown on me, inch by inch, each passing year. The lead arrow in me is gone. I’m not immune to you anymore. I feel strongly for you, something I’ve never felt before. I think it’s love, is it? You would know you’re the god of truth?” 

Apollo trailed his hand down Daphne’s body in the tree.”You feel it, I know. Yes, I do see the truth, in your eyes, in your relaxed form. At last you love me too. You never even came out of the tree in your female form for many years. Perhaps now I can you heal you?” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, I think so. Our love is powerful beyond the mistakes of the past.” Apollo held his hand to Daphne’s cheek and she felt a warmth surge throughout her entire body, tree and nymph.

“Apollo, I feel your powers. My tree limbs, my leaves, they’re melting away.” 

He said nothing, to busy concentrating on healing Daphne. She closed her eyes enjoying his hand on her cheek and the warmth suffusing her body. Daphne fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke again she was a nymph. 

She looked at her hands, her face in the river. Her beauty had returned and her father would be proud, for he would have grandchildren soon. She looked around her for Apollo and found the god fast asleep. Healing her into her natural form had drained him greatly of his powers. She snuggled against him laying down beneath his arm, and they both slept. 

When they awoke, three-hundred-years had passed. Apollo had had to regenerate his powers so he sealed himself and Daphne together, hidden from human and god eyes alike, so he could sleep and be with Daphne in the future. 

He felt her shaking him awake. “Apollo, get up. You need to wake up, we’ve slept many centuries. You’re needed to do use your skills and gifts.” 

Apollo lazily opened his eyes and grasped Daphne pulling her down for a deep kiss. It was the first between them and one of only many. They were a devoted couple from then on in, for as long as gods and humans existed. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

November Notes: Day 4 – Poem – Octaine Refrain – “Set Free” #novembernotes #amwriting #poetry


Today’s prompt song is “Between the Lines” by Sara Bareillas:

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Between the Lines” – Sara Bareillas 

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“Leave unsaid unspoken / Eyes wide shut unopened / You and me / Always be / You and me /Always between the lines.” 

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Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

I missed the obvious closing my lids.

Was blind to what you were doing, and did.

Eyes wide opened, she appeared frustration! 

I never thought I was abandoning us. 

But was I? You turned to her, your voice hushed.  

Jealousy felt, her familiar name cuts. 

 Thought we were joined, in-between the lines. 

Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

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Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

Weren’t we together in love? You’re now of me rid. 

Your life is calm; tears continueously drip. 

Abandoned me; you had hers and my trust. 

Hers meant more; glad you had time to inform, 

Not letting me know and leaving me torn. 

You on your side, me on mine, the cusp —

Grieving time wasted, never said, you hid.

Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

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Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

I’ve learned much; I know where I stand amidst —

Games of the heart; I’m on my line, listen! 

Imagine telling me the truth — your lust–

Was your crime, you left me hurt, decaying.

But I’ve huge strength, I’ll find the path –my way. 

Forgetting how you treated me, threw crusts —

Of your time; set free –no longer your tryst

Happenings happening, eyes wide shut. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

November Notes: Poem – Day 1 – Wrapped Refrain – “I’ll Pass” #amwriting #novembernotes #poetry


Today’s prompt song is “Almost Lover”by A Fine Frenzy. For me it was a song that was pretty much on repeat eight-years-ago or so. It’s a beautiful song, see music video below: 

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“Almost Lover” – A Fine Frenzy 

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Sail the words across my fair skin, 

The memories avail, and hurt within. 

Words can’t express heartbreak so strong, 

Words can’t make right, you did me wrong. 

If you weren’t interested, you should’ve said so first, 

If you were decent, pain wouldn’t have been a curse. 

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Almost lovers, the kind that hurt —

Woman the most; they’re the worst. 

Almost lovers, leading you on, 

Leading astray, in a sad song.

Don’t say you never knew, why the night ended tearful, 

You’ll never admit fault; you’ll say saw unclear. 

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Tripped on a step, shocked at such eyes, 

Deep brown ocre, good-looks suprise. 

Not an old-man, but still too old —

For barely a woman, thoughts untold. 

She should’ve kept her distance — far away, turned around.

She shouldn’t have melted as wax, at your face proud. 

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Arrogantly you led her around, 

Stupidly, she tried to astound

Talking, fluttering lashes black, 

Someone should’ve gave her a smack. 

You were off limits, you should’ve have said, you knew but —

Didn’t care, liked attention, simple jerk, and man slut

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You hurt her greatly; her fault it —

Remains; for years cursed, her hurting;

For an apology that never —

Will come to her in forever.

Goodbye almost lover, no time to waste on you, 

Life is happening, she survived, made it through. 

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Almost lovers, almost lovers, 

They do what they do, hurt, shove–

You into reality, so you

See they’re human, hurtful too.

Take off your blinders; modern charming has no class —

Sail the words of a liar fade; now really, “I’ll pass.” 

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November Notes: Day 2 – Poem – Cinquin – “It’s Fine” #novembernotes #amwriting #poetry


Today’s prompt song is by Jason Mraz, “Details in the Fabric.” 

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“Details in the Fabric” – Jason Mraz. 

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It’s fine

Not to be fine.

 Life isn’t usually fine.

Life often hurts, a painful time; 

Not fine. 

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It’s right

To not be right, 

To feel uncomfortable, 

You don’t need to feel everything —

Is right. 

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It hurts, 

You don’t need to —

Fake it here, to pretend. 

It’s okay to feel pain outloud, 

Life hurts. 

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It’s weird, 

No one’s normal, 

But we pretend normal —

Exists, when we’re all our own weird;

Be weird. 

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Okay, 

You’re okay, 

You can make it through and —

Find happiness hiding there, 

Okay? 

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You’re fine, 

You’re stronger than–

You even think and you’ll —

Make it through the storms life brings you; 

You’re fine. 

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