O, Cynthia by Cyn Grace Sylvie

O, Cynthia by Cyn Grace Sylvie

Author: Maggie Devers July 12, 2025 Duration: 2:40

O, Cynthia

Cyn Grace Sylvie

This poem was first published in The Dewdrop.

Feminine variation
The mound bending Delos Isle
Where she was born with her
Brighter brother; a white pearl sown
Upon a black dress quite becoming

Holy Roman epithet
Frigid daughter of Leto
Shouldering a slim bow
She rounds upon the sacred doe
An ancient beast; forever chasing

Grey sister, the Son of night
Held aloft for all to see
A mirror shield reflecting
That frozen serpent ever doomed
To consume itself, murdered then born

Virtuous Cynicism
Mispronunciation of
A Greek hero whose blood
Became the plant; precious namesake
Of my grandmother, gray-eyed and blind

We pass a glass between us,
One sharp tooth to tear and rend
This gold yarn ~ we dye red;
Wet chords passed mother to child while
She watches . . . pacing, quiet, unphased

  • Cyn Grace, The Grey Strega (she/they) is a queer-identified writer whose work explores the internal drives and subversive desires of human experience, through the lens of mythology, sensuality, diaspora and mysticism.
  • Cyn is a recipient of Epiphany Magazine’s 2017 Short Nonfiction Prize, and long-listed as a Notable Nonfiction Selection in ‘The Best American Essays of 2018’ (Mariner Books). Their writing has appeared in MATH Magazine, The Literary Review, The Dewdrop, and The Rumpus.
  • You can find them on Instagram @cyngracesylvie and @greystrega
  • And on Substack @greystrega Cyn Grace, The Grey Strega

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