First poem of the year
First days hop by like jumping frogs
pen sits as stone club between fingers
limbs lie heavy as sleeping logs
where the smell of flash powder lingers
how many pills must one swallow
to cure this poets ache
strummed forth by the lyre of Apollo
ink slithers the page as a snake
chaotic are English words
they battle for peace as sounds roll
try poetry painted to the rule of thirds
imperfectly off-centre, but with soul
elocutionists with electric tongue
can trick any fool above
charming for whom Orpheus sung
now, that’s going to hell and back, for love
the sun rising on hedonistic nights
a solar sea of zodiacal grace
for the love of it, one writes
as the moon falls quietly into space.
© Darius the Mate 03-01-2022
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I love the whole myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, and how you’ve interwoven it with thoughts about writing poems. Understated and really nice, Darius.
in case you care, here is one I wrote on that myth: https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2015/03/eurydices-motorcycle.html
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Thank you, Shay.
Your poem was an interesting take, from the point of view of Eurydice, with Cerberus in tow. It’s unsurprising you have identified as the story’s cunning heroine, with canine companion to suit, laughing in the face of a world that sees women as needing a male saviour.
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