They keep on doing it.
Turning women into victims
Eurydice a victim of Orpheus’ distrust
He looks back, she fades
What if she thought Orpheus was a coward
Unwilling to die for his love
What if she hated his flowery songs, his saccharine lyre
Preferring the Beatles or Credence
Maybe she was tired of all the animals following him home
Enticed by his music
Eating their food, fucking and shitting on the rugs
Perhaps she fell in love with Lord Hades himself
His handsome beard, his helmet of invisibility
Plenty of silver and gold, no shortage of subjects
Spirits in droves arriving each day
Perhaps she finds the dim light soothing
Wrapping herself in warm dusk
Or Hades’ arms

Maybe Eurydice chose to go back
Turning from Orpheus
Her shoulders straight
Her feet sure
Her skirt skimming the stones to
The Underworld

Claire Scott Rubin

Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has published in numerous literary magazines. She has been nominated twice for the  Pushcart Prize (2013 and 2014).  She was also a semi-finalist for both the 2014 Pangaea Prize and the 2014 Atlantis Award.  Claire is a winner of the Arizona State Poetry Society 2013 Annual Poetry Contest. Her forthcoming first collection of poems, Waiting to be Called, published in 2015.

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