Eurydice in January

by T.P. Wilkinson / February 17th, 2019

Elsewhere
find the limbs
and tears
chilling winds
to freeze
to sear
on winter’s
sun-drenched
shores.

Did in Hades
heated
night and day
by fruits
corrupted
wrath
where they
thoughtlessly
erupted
by deluges
its fires
unstilled
remain.

Holding
to that promise
once
holding he
that hand
alone
Turnéd she,
feared
other seasons
Withdrew her hand
for other reasons.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, February 17th, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.