Eurydice in the Garden

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For anyone who has ever lost someone. This poem takes the Eurydice myth and uses to explain loss in our own time.

Submitted: January 17, 2007

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Submitted: January 17, 2007



Eurydice in the Garden

You planted bird of paradise

Long ago.  Vivid orange

And deep blue hues marked


The plumage of this anchored

Bird.  An image floats to

The surface of my mind.


You had a smudge of dirt on

Your cheek that day.  Just as

Quickly as it formed it dissolves


Back into the murky depth

Of memory.Your bird

Has wilted.  I failed you.


Us.  These thoughts swim

Like eels around my head.

I remain broken; unwhole.


I try to plant another

Bird of paradise, but it

Never takes to the soil.


Too saturated.  Instead

It roots to the shadows

Of my imagination.


Its beak, green and boat-shaped. 

We glide through the night,

And it is then that I feel you. 




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