Beatus Hyacinthus – this blessed hyacinth

This is the third of the little triad of snippets contained in Under this sun stands tall the hyacinthA love story’s epitaph and Beatus Hyacinthus 

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Leaving is something he knows how to do. He excels at leaving. He can take to the road, to lands unknown, to the bosom of strangers, with nary a pang of fear or uncertainty. Apollo knows how to leave without looking at that he is hastening away from.

He does not know how to return.

Long after an epitaph is engraved in stone, and long after he has taken to the road with staff and wayclothes, he finds that he must return. Fear is no less bitter or pungent the second time around, he realises. So he lingers in inaction, closing his eyes and wishing that circumstances change and that he may never need to face his Waterloo again. He will be glad enough to remain on St. Helena for long, long years to come.

He does not know how he will return and look upon a hyacinth swaying merrily in the western wind. He will. Somehow. He will shine upon the hyacinth, and each ray shall be a strain of music, seeking to sing a paean to the hyacinth, enough to warm the delicate petals; but never enough to burn and wither. Nobody will notice, and everything shall remain the same, for who will believe that the sun rises only to shine upon a flower?

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  4. For who will believe that the sun rises only to shine upon a flower?

    😦 I love, hate, cry when I read your apollo and hyacinth stories.

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  5. Apollo is intense and obsessed. I like how you don’t make him a playboy. I am so sorry for him! Why is he needing to return to that place? Will we get to know more about that? I’m sorry for hyacinth also. He didn’t know what he’s got into with Apollo. Great writing as always. Thank you for sharing!

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  6. 😥

    Make a happy ending for this! I don’t care if you’re going to need to make zombies to do it.

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  7. Petition for character death. Total loser to throw Apollo over for Zephyr. Yeah, Apollo’s a dominating bastard but he’s a loving, dominating bastard.

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  8. “He will shine upon the hyacinth, and each ray shall be a strain of music, seeking to sing a paean to the hyacinth, enough to warm the delicate petals; but never enough to burn and wither.”

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  9. all the pearls of china fade astride a volta
    don’t sew bee-lines to anybody’s hide
    save your poison for a lover who is on your side

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  10. So when I saw this in my inbox I was like “Hyacinths!” until I remembered “Crikey, this is J. She’s going to put poor Apollo through the grind again.”

    I was right.

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  11. He will shine upon the hyacinth, and each ray shall be a strain of music, seeking to sing a paean to the hyacinth, enough to warm the delicate petals; but never enough to burn and wither. Nobody will notice, and everything shall remain the same, for who will believe that the sun rises only to shine upon a flower?

    Here, take my ovaries! Just give him a happy ending!

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  12. I wish we were in the same place. It makes me feel bad to see you writing with this much unhappiness. Sending love. Epozhum.

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    • When did you get back? I heard it is awfully hot there. Also, there were so many alerts about crimes on campus. Do take care. And take care. I will call tomorrow afternoon.

      I am fine.

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