I've always been interested in the myth of Daphne. It's never made a lot of sense, but I'm fascinated by it. I wrote this a bit ago. Don't poetize much for fear it's awful (since I don't know poetry), but sharing nonetheless -
Why did Daphne run away?
Easier to root yourself to the ground and ask for help from the heavens -
than give into the god pressuring you,
frightened by his hard desire, his lithe pursuit -
effortlessly endless pursuit -
laughing and reassuring,
while you - panting, terrified -
would rather become an eternal wooden supplicant
than give into his human need.
Why did you run?