The life and times of Eurydice + Orpheus

     


                                           I.

                       The Weekend Hymn.



She answers to the works that call her home,
clandestine rites, violence poured from a whiskey bottle
dead fronts cracking static, knifed by noisy teeth
till the body disappears and he is just a head
Orpheus - headstrong on speaking an ancient tongue
& singing awful Greek hymns

refusing to let go ,for in hell
she awaits, listens on for the music
that should revive her

Oh dear Eurydice, is there no better man to love?
In the world of the living,  is he the only soul you would
mourn for as the weekend arrives & you both escape from loneliness.



                                            II.


                           A Revision In Their Sky



Eurydice, stares right into his eyes
doesn't mention his lapse in vision before she speaks

" will you leave me out of sight

was I not your saving grace

Swore once I could've caught the scents
of constellations underneath our breath
From Rigil Kent through to The Pleiades.


But I  know what they say
though not exactly in these words:

Stars are just spectres of a past brilliance
Their light post-mortem resilience to the aftelife.

"I won't get stuck being Orpheus" you shout

And who am I, to convince you to sing away
DEATH'S INDIFFERENCE
Cajole the underworld with a silver tongue

Carry my hopes for a resuscitation , of constellations
collapsing underneath my breath, stellar glories from a distant world".