JL Drabble: "within the silver mirror"
within the silver mirror
Her first time is painful, but Bruce is tender and the second time is far more enjoyable. The third time also. The pleasure is not the same as with her sisters but she is sated and happy.
Before the fourth time, an alert sounds. Reluctantly they join the others.
She has been in fiercer battles so she has no idea why her punches land so softly, why the blows she takes send her spinning to the ground, why it hurts to rise. Kalibak brandishes a weapon and she moves to deflect the blast.
And now Diana knows her armor’s weakness.
Note: For the DC Flashfiction challenge.
This is the creature there has never been.
They never knew it, and yet, none the less,
they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.
Not there, because they loved it, it behaved
as though it were. They always left some space.
And in that clear unpeopled space they saved
it lightly reared its head, with scarce a trace
of not being there. They fed it, not with corn,
but only with the possibility
of being. And that was able to confer
such strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.
Whitely it stole up to a maid - to be
within the silver mirror and in her.
-- Ranier Maria Rilke, The Possibility of Being
Why look, it's a poem longer than the story. Yay.