Briton Rivière, British
At First Emily Was Concerned. But Then She Realized They Probably Just Smelled Her Cat on Her, 1902
Oil on canvas
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Isadora was convinced that the future of modern dance lay in Animal Choreography. Sadly, during a rehearsal of “Afternoon of the Fauna” she was tragically killed when an over-enthusiastic wolf pulled much too hard on her scarf.
/// For the love she inspired, wild beasts sought her,
and she led them all down to the water.
When they stopped at the brink,
one pard took the first drink,
and the spell broke, which started the slaughter.
/// Aphrodite began, in despair, to cry.
There’d been blood in that stream over there; that’s why
with one taste they grew fierce.
Claws gouge flesh; sharp fangs pierce.
Killing lions, and tigers, and bears. Oh, my!
/// Those concerned for the goddess’ fate
may take comfort in what I now state:
To the fierce carnivore,
the Greek Queen of Amor
was, quite simply, not something they ate.
/// So when all of the animals raced
to attack one another in haste,
they instinctively knew
that her ichor of blue
wasn’t food— it’s a matter of taste.
Second verse revised in 2024:
/// Aphrodite was caught unawares.
“There is blood in that stream,” she declares.
With one taste they grew fierce.
Claws gouge flesh; sharp fangs pierce.
Deceased lions, and tigers, and bears.
(Oh, my!)
/// All the creatures adored Aphrodite.
They would nuzzle her mauve and red nightie.
The endorphins released
in the blood of each beast
brought them love. (Save the dove— who was flighty.)