I have always loved myths and myth-making. I love stories of gods and saints (pagan or otherwise) and constellations that explain phenomenon that would otherwise puzzle us. I love learning myths from different cultures. I also love fairy tales, which have many of the qualities of myths but focus on entertainment and (sometimes) teaching morality rather than explaining phenomenon. (Probably an oversimplification of the distinction and my scholar friends in lit, please do chime in here). I love to anthropomorphize, especially in poems. Here's one I've been working on:
Hurt follows me;
a hungry child whining
'round my waist.
Cupid’s baby sister;
born to soon and then forgotten.
Lank hair falls on gaunt eyes,
her long limbs reaching up,
until I bend and cup
her strained face in my hands.
I brush a dry kiss across
her cracked lips and bring fire
to her cheeks. Her eyes change from want
to greed and she grows; mighty and strong.
Her arms circle me as we stand
foreheads touching. Flinging
my head back and opening my throat
I shout: long, strong, and full.
She whithers from my anger; slowly
receding but not yet gone, she clings
with the frailest of fingertips.
Unprying them from my flesh
I feel her slip and fade
from my side.