Eurydice to Orpheus

By Alison Stone

I have let go; I opened my hands. Free

in this dark land, I drift, memories

unwinding like thread. My belly

blank, desireless. I do not miss your lips.

Foreign and diffused, your lyre notes drift down. Sing

to someone else! I am not your flower; I am pollen

brought to flight with every breeze. You would bind me

in a dying skin. You take my hand and call me

by my secret name. I follow as I must: I am a woman.

My heavy limbs leave tracks in the damp

ground. I tread slowly, doomed to life, my

love, unless you turn around.

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Alison Stone is the author of Dangerous Enough (Presa Press 2014), Borrowed Logic (Dancing Girl Press 2014), From the Fool to the World: Poems in the Voices of the Major Arcana of the Tarot (Parallel Press 2012) and They Sing at Midnight, which won the 2003 Many Mountains Moving Poetry Award and was published by Many Mountains Moving Press. Her poems have appeared in The Paris ReviewPoetryPloughsharesBarrow Street, Poet Lore, and a variety of other journals and anthologies. She has been awarded Poetry’s Frederick Bock Prize and New York Quarterly’s Madeline Sadin award. She is also a painter and the creator of The Stone Tarot. A licensed psychotherapist, she has private practices in NYC and Nyack. She is currently editing an anthology of poems on the Persephone/Demeter myth.


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