mythology aesthetics: modern dryades
“the ladies of the oaks and pines, poplar and ash, apple and laurel. […] trees sprung up from the earth at their birth, trees to which their lives were closely tied. while the tree flourished, so did its nymph, but when it died she passed away with it.”
they are women with vines trailing their walls, they’ll watch you from their porch swings, eating fruit from the backyard in the winter. the neighborhood boys call them witches, spreading tales of the roots and branches that popped the backs of their heads once they tried to climb the tress. and you’ll believe them for no one should have eyes like a forest fire and laughter.
you’ll forget them, the floral printed dresses and the skin smelling of tea and dirt. but the trees remember and they’ll be here long after the town fades.
requested by forcekenobi
