Wendy Woodward
Eurydice's Story
Now I live in the darkness I see it was his story not mine.
All that fanfare about the lyre charming the gloomy king: the songs of the stricken young husband with the newly-wraithed wife whom he wished to return to the light.
Even the Furies were seduced, believing he was playing for me to come up, up the white, marbled path to the shining cumulus, and the mare's tails swishing across the blue.
Instead, he was measuring the notes, calculating each syncopation to turn Cerebrus lapdog, to charm Charon into a return journey, to seduce all the denizens of the deathly labyrinth-- Tantalus ceased his grasping Sisyphus turned from his wounds
That achieved, he had no more need to keep honour with the gods or me. His gaze pierced our love's luminescence, Looking back, he returned me to the dark to dice with pomegranate seeds forever
His yearning arms fooled them---not me; I knew there were many Echoes slipping behind lichened rocks in the yellowwoods above, many nymphs in the streams who would sing to the lyre he had seemed to play for me
A Wake-up Call
He phoned earlyish, soft-voiced, complicit "This is Jerome. Did I wake you up? "Do you remember me?"
There have been men in my life, but no jeromes and I had been up since five-thirty, with the puppy with words and worlds with kitchens and packed lunches
"I think you have the wrong number "This is ........." and I gave mine. "Is that the number in the paper?" "Yes, we are selling a car" I said, uncertain that was what he wanted.
He was stricken, "Is this not .......?" giving a number similar to ours. "No" I confirmed. "Sorry to have woken you" he insisted.
The intimacy was imposed, thus, again, in spite of the wrong number Perhaps for the jeromes of the marketplace a female voice always promises possibility and maybe this time I would begin the long, slow description of my silk-sheeted bed with its prone sleepy beauty waiting his call
Next day I checked the smalls and there it was, the number he had meant to dial: Crystal: "Blonde, busty babe. Private. I will meet your every desire. Discipline."
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