Eurydice In Hell

Published January 2, 2014 by rlmcdermott

no ticket at the gate

no ferryman to
take you out
or bring you in

a small bird settles
on a leafless branch
it sings–no sound
on earth can bring
him back

the poems were only poems

he never read

the moon
was just
a moon
it came
and went

love was just an empty cup
blue flowers and a graceful stemWoman In A Chair--After Klimt

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