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Storm Moon ~ Part Two: When at long last Eurydice woke

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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 Replies to “Storm Moon ~ Part Two: When at long last Eurydice woke”

  2. 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. 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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  8. “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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  12. 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. 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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  18. 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. 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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