A Doll For Every Femme Fatale
For the Fourth Order of Pallas Athena
She’s a doll. She’s a machine. She’s not supposed to breathe.
“But,” the Elder said, “if she breathes then she can die.”
“Can she suffocate?” they asked. “Can she bleed, or even bruise?”
A child weaved by the Moirai with inner machinations by the Cyclops. She wears a smile as gifted by the eternal Hestia.
Her brain, enthused by the tired goddess who created the web-makers.
Beloved and held close by the daughters of strategists and artists.
Because together and with the enduring love of the naivete — Forth!
And the doll set to inspire the future, the Fourth Order of Pallas Athena, nevermore resigned to mitigate her family’s patriarchal mistakes.
So to reign long, Athena’s adopted daughter, the doll Aratekne, breathes.
I’ve been in a new Greek myth era, focusing on revisionist-type works. There are definitely some themes here inspired by current cultural things, such as the success of Barbie, the attention of Taylor Swift in the context of football, and even the video game series Poppy Playtime.
This was initially published on my substack, So My Muse Says.
Thanks for reading ❤.
