eurydices

We are tired of losing agency:
Persephone rips six seeds from their fleshy husks and
bares her teeth against Zeus’s paltry benediction.
She rules with an iron heart and a frosted smile.

We are tired of being erased:
Eurydice’s name is printed first on the marquee as she
leads Orpheus to a standing ovation from inside Hade’s Halls.
She accepts baskets of honey and roses as her due

We are tired of feeling ignored:
Echo stops hiding behind sycamore trunks and she
breaks Narcissus’ mirror with a golden apple.
She starts a conversation and refuses to finish it

We are done with fucking dying
to be the damsel for your dashing hero,
to be relegated to a possessive pronoun
in your goddamned myth.

We do not belong to the narrative;
the narrative belongs to us and
we are going to rewrite the stories
to reflect our fucking presence.

Persephone chooses winter,
Eurydice turns around,
Echo speaks first and
We stop shouting into empty canyons.
—  ​Womanhood is the story of being forbidden

anonymous asked:

favorite poems about greek myth?

  • wislawa szymborska, “cassandra” (x)
  • seamus heaney, “mycenae nightwatch” (x)
  • annie finch, “chain of women” (x)
  • adam zagajewski, “persephone goes underground again” (x)
  • louise glück, “persephone the wanderer” (x) and “the empty glass” (x)
  • kathleen raine, “medea” (x)
  • elizabeth ballou, “ariadne and the minotaur” (x)
  • p.k. page, “this heavy craft” (x)
  • peter kline, “minotaur” (x)
  • alfred lord tennyson, “demeter and persephone” (x)
  • ted hughes, “prometheus on his crag” (x)
  • margaret atwood, “orpheus (1)” (x), “orpheus (2)” (x), “eurydice” (x) and “siren song” (x)
  • H.D., “sea-heroes” (x), “delphi” (x), “eurydice” (x), “helen” (x), “thetis” (x), “leda” (x), “hermonax” (x), “apollo at delphi” (x), pallinode, and eidolon
  • jack conway, “the agamemnon rag” (x)
  • marina tsvetaeva, “praise to aphrodite” and “the sibyl” and “eurydice to orpheus” (x)
  • blas falconer, “to orpheus” (x)
  • jorge luis borges, “to the one who is reading me” (x) and “oedipus and the riddle” (x)
  • sappho, “hymn to aphrodite” (x) and fragment 102, “blame aphrodite” (x)
  • william carlos williams, “landscape with the fall of icarus” (x)
  • muriel rukeyser, “waiting for icarus” (x)
  • josé emilio pacheco, “new sisyphus” (x)
  • anne sexton, “to a friend whose work has come to triumph” (x)
  • edna st. vincent mallay, “daphne” (x)
  • shakespeare, venus and adonis and “orpheus” (x)
  • christopher marlowe, “hero and leander”
  • derek walcott, omeros and “sea grapes” (x) and “europa” (x)
  • denise levertov, “hymn to eros” (x)
  • judy grahn, “paris and helen” (x)
  • alice oswald, memorial
  • dorothy parker, “penelope” (x)
  • anne carson, autobiography of red
  • yusef komunyakaa, “infidelity” (x)
  • rainer maria rilke, “orpheus. eurydice. hermes.” (x)
  • gregory orr, “betrayal/hades, eurydice, orpheus” (x)

There was a horrorterror who worked as her attaché, and it wore her mother’s face…

Now it stood in her doorway. “Hello to You, Rose,” it said.

They were unable to fully recreate her. None of the colours were correct. They were subdued, off, the scent of Chanel mixing with sweet putrefaction and the everpresent ocean salt, the hinges on the arms not moving quite correctly and the bones too sinuous to let it walk right. Too inept. Too ineptly done to hurt.

I’ve wanted to do an illustration for Taz's brilliant fic, The Conscience of Eurydice, for well over a year now… I finally gave in. I hope she doesn’t mind her writing just has some of the most vivid imagery and I couldn’t resist.

His name changed when touched
by gravity. Gravity breaking
our kneecaps just to show us
the sky. We kept saying Yes—
even with all those birds.
Who would believe us
now? My voice cracking
like bones inside the radio.
Silly me. I thought love was real
& the body imaginary.
—  excerpt from, “Eurydice” in The Nation by Ocean Vuong
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MYTHOLOGY MEME - [8/?] MUSES AND/OR NYMPHS: EURYDICE

"The result of that sad wedding, proved more terrible

than such foreboding fates. While through the grass

delighted Naiads wandered with the bride, a serpent

struck its venomed tooth in her soft ankle—and she died.”