I comb free digital picture sites sometimes, looking for arresting images. All for the blog of course, not to indulge a maidenly thrill in mermaids, demons and pegasii, the very thought.
Today, I came across this fella, swishing his downy backside in the tickly field of a golden landscape.
‘Eros’ he’s called. Eros indeed, and are those the Elysian Fields? Fuzzy torso aside, I’d invite this deliciously pagan warrior to my picnic blanket. The background is pure ‘Dandelion’. (Remember the children’s book about the gentle lion, illustrated in hues of yellow?) He could shave and show up in Homer’s Trojan battlefield, or take that mane to the woodland scenes of Shakespeare’s Midsummers Night’s Dream. But let’s leave him here, this literature evoking amalgamation, dreamed up in the psyche of *somebody*. (The site gave no artist’s credit) He can guard over the blog like an earthen archangel.