If I could make you dance for joy, could that be the second-chance decoy?

A handful of linkery . . .

time_shark has good news about Mythic #1! Damn, they look pretty.

fleurdelis28 and I free-associate about flying wax temples. In my defense, I can only repeat that Pausanias said it first. Well, not the bit about Baba Yaga's chicken-footed hut.

In honor of National Poetry Month, I draw your attention to watermelonpoet's "Black Arrows for a Golden Bow" (the ribs swing closed / like prison doors and the breastbone / is a lock that accepts no key) and yhlee's "Writing Anti-Exercise #1" (she saw the little teeth of ice and the day's devouring jaws).

No link; the last oracle of the Pythia at Delphi:

εἴπατε τῷ βασιλῆι· χαμαὶ πέσε δαίδαλος αὐλά·
οὐκέτι Φοῖβος ἔχει καλύβαν, οὐ μάντιδα δάφνην,
οὐ παγὰν λαλέουσαν· ἀπέσβετο καὶ λάλον ὕδωρ.

You tell the king: the carved courtyard has fallen to the ground,
Phoibos no longer has his hut, no prophet laurel,
no prattling fountain: even the talkative water is put out.

(Philostorgios, Passio Artemii 7 fr. 1c)