Clytemnestra: a reimagining of Ovid's Metamorphoses, 'Leda and the Swan'

Abstract

My little sister is born a month early, in a rush of golden afterbirth and crushed feathers. I stand over the tiny body on the rug. Feathers plastered flat against her still chest. Stiff, pale wings curling around her shoulders, like a plumaged cocoon to protect her from the faceless threat of the world.