She wept … Wordle – August 27, 2015

Mourning Woman Seated on a Basket – Vincent van Gogh – 1883

Orpheus, faithless,
looked back.
Did he think
that Eurydice would not follow?

Then, bleary eyed and stumbling
in the deafening silence
that accompanied him
through the simulacrum
of his life
(always proximate to death)
he preserved the memory of his faithlessness …
… as his life continued
he wrote the tale of his woe
in songs he never sung.

In the meantime,
of his each passing day
he lived with her
a lowly woman,
considerate –
she warmed his bed,
kept his charcoal fire burning
and served him his rice …

Of her – he wrote no song
nor even knew her name –
hers was not a faculty
for invisibility –
outside of his own tragedy
she just went unseen
in her normality –
she wept her silent tears
for the twice faithless lover.

© G.s.k. ‘15

1. Orpheus (Greek Legend. a poet and musician, a son of Calliope, who followed his dead wife, Eurydice, to the underworld. By charming Hades, he obtained permission to lead her away, provided he did not look back at her until they returned to earth. But at the last moment he looked, and she was lost to him forever.) 2. Follow 3. Meantime 4. Bleary 5. Considerate 6. Deafening 7. Proximate 8. Faculty 9. Simulacrum (a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance) 10. Preserve 11. Rice 12. Charcoal

Written for:

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie : Wordle #75 “August 24, 2015″

15 thoughts on “She wept … Wordle – August 27, 2015

  1. While perhaps slightly off topic this reminded me of having known adulterers, both successful and not…of both sexes (when I was a child, some were family members…) I just weep at the truth of your words.

    The trust that becomes strained, the invisibility of truth that just seems so right in front of ones’ face that you can’t imagine how the people involved could be blind or blindsided. But then we all bring ourselves into what we read even if that was not the intent of the writer. Your words took me to the place of being the invisible child having to watch the antics of the adults who continued to live lives of fantasy in the real world.

    Thank you for visiting my spinning spider 🙂

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    • It is true that the reader often sees what the writer wasn’t aware of … thanks for sharing this with me, the story in the poem is from an outsider’s point of view … someone who is observing, and it could have been a child or anyone else … we only see the suffering (the weeping nameless woman) casually in the poem, it’s up to the reader to add the real emotion of one’s own experience to the story.

      It’s always a pleasure to visit your writes … 🙂

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