The world may fold
in on itself
to the tune of your song
if you don’t believe
the one you love
would follow you
out of a dark place
to one that makes
her shield her eyes
in wonder, then
you are already
a tragic myth.

And let’s face it,
you turned, Orpheus.
You turned before
I reached the light,
sewing me into the black
sack of Hades forever.

Still, I’d rather walk
sure-footed forever
in the guaranteed dark
than tiptoe off kilter
under the conditional sun
of a faithless man.


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January 3, 2020

ooof. that last stanza

January 3, 2020

@defenestration thank you. Fascinated with this myth, Orpheus and Eurydices lately….and thoughts of modernizing it.

January 5, 2020

I read this once, felt an uncertain impact, then researched the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, reread your poem — and thought, “Damn does this nail the tragedy! The last stanza is indeed devastating.

January 6, 2020

@drbajahi been kind of obsessed with that myth lately…with Orpheus….that his song could move the world, but his life ended up as tragedy…and even in death, he was not reunited with Eurydices. He was torn apart with his lyre ending up in the heavens as a constellation and his head was carried around and forced to sing. The universe wouldn’t let him go, in the same way he wouldn’t let Eurydices go. Gah. Sad. But how we all do the same….