SELF-PORTRAIT AS ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE
Knowing his music was empty without her,
he had to dive into those dark waters
from which none returned except as flotsam,
crustacean-nibbled and bloated with the gases of decay.
How long he hesitated, songless but safe,
on the bank. She watched him decide
through the eternal minutes of her dreading
that he could decide
to abandon the notes shimmering in the air
around his head, ignore that nimbus of power
from beauty, and walk mute
through an ordinary life. She waited in fear
until he threw himself into the waves and sank
Almost out, he could feel her behind him
like an insistent melody pushing through his fingers
to reach the strings. He was so full of the moment,
his greatest song, bringing her back.
Such power—who knew what he could do?
He wanted to see the wonder in her eyes,
needed the perfect last note,
pure and silvery and light as bone,
the end of sound.
Published in Heart’s Migration (Tia Chucha Press, 2009)
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REPLIES TO COMMENTS:
Thanks, Mary! I'm glad the poem resonated with you.
Thank you, Reine! It's always a great gift to be told that your work brings a situation/people to life. Wado!