Storm Moon ~ Part Two: When at long last Eurydice woke
Sanaa -
February 22, 2020
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There are no roses in the underworld
nor gravel
to keep one from falling
only shadows–
it twists and turns and at once catches fire,
the brooding sun
watching from the other end,
how can it be that I am no longer afraid?
Is it because nothing has happened,
soft lips
untouched, unopened like pink fruit,
its tiny black seeds of explosion
with a flavor
so sensual so as to tempt
even Hades
in the realm of the dead; from his fingers
I am hail,
concentric layers of silver, seething ice
from where nothingness remains–
whatever hope that once existed now serves
to be faint;
I watch as you pace round and
round the colonnade
eating dust;
you cover our briefness together in song.

 

 

Photo credits: Henrik Aa. Uldalen Art, Pinterest

A Skylover Wordlist: Underworld, brooding,
silver, seethe, colonnade, faint. 💝

Posted on the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

42 Responses

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    February 23, 2020 at 11:14 am

    So beautiful!
    (It would be good to have a link to Part One.)

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  2. Kim M. Russell says:
    February 23, 2020 at 4:19 pm

    I enjoyed your take on Greek mythology, Sanaa, and was completely taken by: ‘There are no roses in the underworld’ and the lines:
    ‘Is it because nothing has happened,
    soft lips
    untouched, unopened like pink fruit’
    and
    ‘I am hail,
    concentric layers of silver, seething ice
    from where nothingness remains’.

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  3. Old Egg says:
    February 23, 2020 at 6:25 pm

    I loved reading Greek mythology from many years back and was quite fascinated with it even writing my own interpretations of minor gods and goddesses lives. I really loved your take on it as well!

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  4. Anthony North says:
    February 23, 2020 at 6:58 pm

    Beautifully done. I also enjoy Greek myths, and you even gave a nod to Dante.

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  5. Anna :o] says:
    February 23, 2020 at 7:08 pm

    Your words are sublime Sanaa and I HAD to read over and over as I didn’t want to let go.
    Thanks for the link to Part One which I enjoyed equally.
    Anna :o]

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  6. Chrissa says:
    February 23, 2020 at 10:21 pm

    This was amazing! Visceral in the mostly untouchable world of shadows is a feat.

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  7. gillena says:
    February 23, 2020 at 10:29 pm

    I had been an avid reader of greek tales in the past. Your poem rekindled that love
    Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday today

    Much❤love

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  8. Shawna says:
    February 23, 2020 at 11:03 pm

    “Is it because nothing has happened,
    soft lips
    untouched, unopened like pink fruit,
    its tiny black seeds of explosion
    with a flavor
    so sensual so as to tempt
    even Hades
    in the realm of the dead; from his fingers
    I am hail,
    concentric layers of silver, seething ice
    from where nothingness remains”

    Lordy, woman. That is gorgeous!

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  9. Baishali says:
    February 23, 2020 at 11:08 pm

    So well written. Wow!

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  10. Magical Mystical Teacher says:
    February 24, 2020 at 1:06 am

    And the song changes everything!

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  11. Stranded Tree says:
    February 24, 2020 at 3:29 am

    “no roses in the underworld”, hope that becomes faint – more sadness that seeks a respite in this world, perhaps?

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  12. Helen says:
    February 24, 2020 at 3:52 am

    An awesome write, Sanaa …. immediately triggered memories of falling on gravel in my childhood. Large pieces of it which hurt! Once again, the art accompanying your piece is fascinating.

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  13. Barry says:
    February 24, 2020 at 5:34 am

    There is an undercurrent of dread and longing in this poem that resonates with me. You have a talent for weaving sensual imagery into tangibility, creating a seductive, dreamlike vibe.

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  14. ZQ says:
    February 24, 2020 at 6:23 am

    Another beautiful piece.
    ZQ

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  15. Wendy Bourke says:
    February 24, 2020 at 9:27 am

    Loved the direction you went in with this … striking on wonderful epic mythological notes, throughout . Very creative … beautifully rendered.

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  16. Colleen LOOSELEAFNOTES says:
    February 24, 2020 at 12:46 pm

    So deep, like the underworld, like a dark fairy tale.

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  17. Rommy says:
    February 24, 2020 at 9:05 pm

    The lush images tantalizing through the shadows but forever beyond human touch add the right note of despair.

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  18. Magaly Guerrero says:
    February 25, 2020 at 2:11 am

    The last line of this piece reads like a poem in itself. I can see a whole story brewing out of the idea of someone making each kiss, each touch, each glance an epic romance that lasts forever in song.

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  19. Jim says:
    February 25, 2020 at 2:31 pm

    I enjoyed reading here, Sanaa , I’m ready to read the entire collection when it’s bound.
    I’m about ready for another of Terry’s wordlists. My effort was
    immemorable, but you read my February 2 effort with it. Definitely not book worthy.
    ..

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  20. Anjum Wasim Dar says:
    February 25, 2020 at 2:54 pm

    amazing sensuality

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