Orpheus and Eurydice

For years she had lain
horizontal. and long, long
after the spring flush of lust
had passed. Patches of green
once fresh fleshed, putrefying
just the one thin coverlet
cold years of dust
on the painter's blue-grey nude

And searching out Eurydice
amongst the attic bric-à-brac
he stroked with filbert brush and fan
in paint, poured moulds of music
note by note and piece by piece
a ketonet passim* so fine and warm
for exit from her underworld

Out of the hellish core
molten as passions
she rises. Up through
narrow vented organ pipes
squeezed hotter still.
Within this pyrotechnic thrust
some ashen clouds stripped
from storms at sea, and patchwork
scrub of Oxley green. Higher and higher
a suffocating symphony of verticals
for her singed and singing face

12 thoughts on “Orpheus and Eurydice

  1. WOW! Like Bjorn, you’ve done some research on the painting I offered up for the optional prompt. Thank you so much for penning this wonderful write….and for the explanations. I saw the original of this painting at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, the weekend before Christmas. We’d gone there with our daughter and granddaughter (12th grade), to see the Rockettes. CRAZY busy and crowded city the weekend before Christmas. We took some extra time to go to MOMA and just wandered about. I stopped and just stood in front of this vibrant painting for what seemed a long time. I decided, very quickly, to use the image for the optional prompt today….and after reading your’s and Bjorn’s posts, which tell so much more about the image, I am SOOOO glad I did! Your poem is beautiful with wonderful imagery. THANK YOU!

  2. This is sheer poetic brilliance, Laura! Goodness! I especially love; “He stroked with filbert brush and fan in paint.” 😍

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