For October, I'm writing a poem about a cryptid or mythic creature.
I'm going to be interpreting the word of the day very loosely.
Today, for example, I took the word and used it as the location for the creature.
Kalamata (Scylla) 10/1
You are a beautiful woman
Tall with as many earthly talents as one may have
And you stand here
Your waist ringing with the heads of wild dogs
The tail of a vile sea creature
Flicks about your ankles and wraps around rocks
What have you done to deserve this
How did one so young and precious anger the gods
To become this hideous wraith
Reaching out to any sailor and breaking every ship
Was it the love of Glaucus
Whom you turned down whom you ran from
There is a dark tale hidden in your breast
One of women running from love they cannot bear