Erena Johnson

Orpheus and Eurydice On the way home, vast kingdoms’ silences. dim light from the lakes below. A deal made with bare hands and no fabric. steep stairs, in grief and in wild hope suddenly, a madness – Forgetful, yielding in his will, looked back At his own Eurydice Darkness falls on my swimming eyes      ❖ In a dawn, in a circle. To wake alone among the trees (Intention, skirting, under rocks, leafy arrays,            Elsewhere.) Aloof and uncomsumed. Recollections bleed between the coils in a braininto the heart drippingand pumped throughout – Eurydice!                                         Eurydice! cries fall the distance to the underworld, tail“Erena Johnson”

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