Merlin\u27s Winter: Your season is over now. The Lady of the Lake has closed her villas for the winter Eurydice In The Real World: Orpheus crept unseen into his afterlife through the early dark Walking On Water: Sunset bleeds across the sky, stains my fingers saffron and peaches

Rich, Clelie

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Volume 1991 Issue 11 Article 8 3-15-1991 Merlin's Winter / Eurydice In The Real World / Walking On Water Clelie Rich Follow this and additional works at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle  Part of the Children's and Young Adult Literature Commons, Fiction Commons, and the Poetry Commons Recommended Citation Rich, Clelie (1991) "Merlin's Winter / Eurydice In The Real World / Walking On Water," The Mythic Circle: Vol. 1991 : Iss. 11 , Article 8. Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol1991/iss11/8 This Poetry is brought to you for free and open access by the Mythopoeic Society at SWOSU Digital Commons. It has been accepted for inclusion in The Mythic Circle by an authorized editor of SWOSU Digital Commons. An ADA compliant document is available upon request. For more information, please contact phillip.fitzsimmons@swosu.edu. To join the Mythopoeic Society go to: http://www.mythsoc.org/join.htm Mythcon 51: The Mythic, the Fantastic, and the Alien Albuquerque, New Mexico • Postponed to: July 30 – August 2, 2021 Abstract Merlin's Winter: Your season is over now. The Lady of the Lake has closed her villas for the winter Eurydice In The Real World: Orpheus crept unseen into his afterlife through the early dark Walking On Water: Sunset bleeds across the sky, stains my fingers saffron and peaches. Additional Keywords Poetry; Merlin's Winter; Eurydice In The Real World; Walking On Water; Clelie Rich This poetry is available in The Mythic Circle: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol1991/iss11/8 '(, -·- Sunset bleeds across the sky, stains my fingers saffron and peaches. I set my feet upon the ocean's surf ace, walk out across the hissing foam. Over my left shoulder I cast the phosphorescent spiral shells. Each spiral trails its borrowed saffron down and down As the messiahs do, I lift my feet with care, to chum silent squid pools and manta havens. mindful of the worlds beyond my vision. Each shell lights the way for those who sleep below. Listen. This is no place to be alone And step by step across the waves above, when the arms of night swoop down to drown my path unwinds. ... ,' ,...... . les ~ O· GJ Cl v invaders who would learn new mtrac . .....r;... .;1 6 • 0 ~ ( -~ . .r« , . ..,...s:; -> .. r: ......._ , . .., .- . ' ~ ~ r" ~' . ( .. , --..•. J -, c.-.. \ ~ " '/-'~. !. • ·~ ~ 'J ~ ,..,r'• r".;. ) . :-··· ' ' l ~~, .. '3 -~." '·v ''-" ;_, ·~ "'· , __ ,( ~---="'!.~-c:-~· ..... <r: ~ <: r- ..... ,,_.~:"~ • ~~ ~bo .. ~ ·~-·- • ., .\ ·~ l~~ .J ~ 'Q, - - --- -·  - J - ~,J"· ·j, f J'. .., ~."' ::> '\_ '?r .~ • _.,... _ ......:::;.____ . -.-.-----~ =-:::::::-- -- ~ - ":: - . ~; ... - .. ,.-~-- / ..,~_,.. .-J. ~ ..r ~. . .... ,._.-..... '. '\ ~--"\_./"! -·---- ..,;;.- ~-- ~ ·~ ---- .·... .'-.- i . • ~~ ~ ... ..J,:t.~~ "'-J ,. ___ -·--:-..=--~- -- J>·-- --~~~-:---~-:-r i=» .. ,_;_~ LJ_.,.,..... , ~~~.~~~-:-- ·-- ~ ~ - /. - - - \:'./ - . _ ....... '"':"\ .l ·~ '::J . - . .,_., -:::. - ----~~- - - '..(_'"" ~ . ~\ .. ~ - ~ .·~ --r~ . ~ .. . ·,.: -~ - .. - ~-- ~ ~ ---- -- ~-·- I' • f - - ~- -~~ ---~- -- -----~,,.- ·'-"' .·~,: ' ~ ~ ,.__ --- ~ ~ ...:i, .~..:- _;::..-.__ -·- ~ -....-...... ------ "' . . - ~ ---~......_____ --- ~~-~ - . ---= ~ __ -> 3- The Mythic Circle #11,pg.17 ................ ··--- WALKJNG ON WATER by Clelie Rich EURYDICE IN THE REAL WORLD by Clelie Rich Orpheus crept unseen into his afterlife through the early dark . trailing home his remnants of music and an obsolete religion. At the shallow edges of time he explored the newer instruments of musicians who knew better than to look back, rebuilt his jangled lyre. When he thought he had it right, he descended from the mountain one more hopeful hero with an outdated lute in the real world. Eurydice had been here all along dancing with inner music from an up-to-date religion. She knew he would look back for her. Again she did not love him, . did not choose to leave the second time. Now I walk alone. But one day, when our summer comes again, I will see you face to face. Then we will greet each other, and open up once more the Lady's villas and reach beneath the languid waters for our swords. Men said that you were sleeping in some cave, safe within a mist of enchantment. I've been to all their caves, climbed the aging, fragile stairways, brushed off the dusty cobwebs. And everywhere the waters dripped from stone to stone, I listened. Your season is over now. The Lady of the Lake has closed her villas for the winter and hung the yellow, eyeless shutters. She too has heard the stories. And far beneath the murky waters of the Lake, the growing piles of rusted swords lie hidden in the weeds. by Clelie Rich MERLIN'S WINTER 

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