This flow requires ebb,
absence marked by presence,
cataclysmic love of literature,
your voice still shaping me
into more than Eurydice, songs
of Orpheus in my heart when
Persephone’s ascent is complete,
Hades keeps his fires burning,
banishes winter from the underworld,
allows his love’s camellias to bloom
from their upperworld azalea roots, through earth and rivers, around rocks, finding her essence,
becoming tarragon and pomegranates in his sky.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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