Orpheus And Ophelia

Orpheus And Ophelia
© Surazeus
2018 01 16

Sunlight gleams white through green fluttering leaves
and glitters on the blue pool among trees
where large pollen-frosted honey bees hover
in spirals over flowers blooming from moss.

The young boy with long gold hair on broad chest
reaches up to pluck ripe apple from light
that blinds his eyes with dazzling glow of color,
so he drops fruit that plops in the still pond.

Ripples shimmer silver sparkles of hunger
when he kneels to grasp fruit from shining liquid,
but pauses when he sees beautiful creature
resembling his mother with silver eyes.

Gazing enraptured at face of his love,
he reaches down to embrace the sweet stranger
but falls splashing into the silver pool,
and floats astonished in silent blue glow.

Sputtering water with thick moss on his head,
the young boy laughs and climbs back on lush shore,
"I fell in love with my own lovely face
and fell into the dark pool of despair."

"Dark pool of despair," someone echoes words
of his laughter, so he pauses enthralled
by ring of her voice, and calls out to shadow,
"Where are you hiding, and what is your name?"

"What is your name?" she echoes once again,
so he searches the shadows of his hope
and finds young girl with long black hair and eyes
black as moonlight shining on the still pool.

"Who are you?" he whispers as his hand
caresses her flushed cheek, and she echoes,
"Who are you?" as he kisses her rose lips,
and embraces her trembling in his arms.

Kissing her soft mouth with hungry delight,
he slides his hands down over curving hips,
grasps her bottom, and opens her legs wide,
then slides inside the mystery of her soul.

Sliding her hands through his long flowing hair,
she wraps her legs around his thrusting thighs,
and gasps with anguish of pleasure to feel
their bodies merging into flash of light.

The spirit of his life flows in her womb
and fertilizes the egg of her soul,
and they giggle flushed in sweet after-glow,
then kiss in the twilight with cricket song.

At dawn he wakes and reaches for her face
but she vanished in the flash of moonlight,
so he tunes his lyre made from tortoise shell
and strums gut strings that twang ache of his heart.

The young boy sings sweet melody of love
with weird enchanting tune of aching hope,
"Your eyes shine silver as the moon at night,
and your hair flows soft as the waterfall."

Her voice shrieks through the morning rays of light
so he runs gasping along river shore
in time to see the tall bearded man grasp
the young girl by the waist and kiss her mouth.

He pauses shocked to see her kiss him back
and open wide her legs to let him in,
and she cries out with pleasure of desire
just like she did when he made love to her.

When he rolls off she tries to run away
but he clutches her arms as she writhes quick,
and drags her to his shining chariot,
then snaps reins and races far to his cave.

The young boy ponders action he should take,
to forget her since she enjoyed his love,
or rescue her since she tried to escape,
so he follows the track of chariot wheels.

Approaching cave dug in the mountain cliff,
he pauses at the sight of three large dogs
that snarl and snap strong jaws, so he strums lyre
and sings with sweet heart-aching melody.

The three dogs fall asleep in warm sunlight,
so he creeps slowly down into the dark,
groping in the cold sunless underworld
till he arrives in the cavern of death.

He finds the bearded man sitting on throne
before large crowd of warriors cheering loud
as he presents the young girl to their eyes,
and proclaims, "She reigns as my Queen of Diamonds."

Stepping forward bold through the cheering crowd,
the young boy strums the sweet vibrating strings,
and sings enchanting spells while warriors dance
and drink sweet wine for hours while he sings tales.

The young girl sees him strumming strings of light
and they gaze at each other with desire
while he sings glorious songs to make them dance
and praises drinking so they all drink more.

Long after all the warriors fall asleep
the bearded king snoozes on throne of gold,
then the young boy and the young girl hold hands
and run together through dark cavern halls.

Just as they leap toward gleaming light of dawn
that shimmers into underworld of death
he feels her hand slip out of his at cry
of her fear, so he stops and turns around.

The bearded man with eyes as cold as death
clutches the young girl to his chest and growls,
"This fertile bride is queen of my dark realm,
so you run fast or I will stab your heart."

The young boy turns and runs into the sun
and stumbles to his grove of apple trees
where he kneels by the shimmering pool and weeps
while staring at his face reflected back.

Wandering forlorn in the wind-whirling woods,
the young boy strums ringing strings of his heart
and sings heart-aching melody of love
about the pretty girl he loved and lost.

Large crowd of girls, drinking bottles of wine,
dance around the boy singing on the stone,
leaping and singing in light of the moon,
then vanish at flash of dawn over hills.

While gazing at his face in silver pool,
the young boy laments, "I lost my sweet love,"
but someone echoes words of bitter loss,
so he searches shadows of desperate hope.

The young girl huddles by the apple tree,
and whispers, "I escaped his realm of death,
but my belly swells with fruit of his seed,
so you can drown me in pool of your tears."

The young boy glares to see her belly swell,
and snarls when bitter rage poisons his heart,
"The child that grows in your belly is mine
since I was first inside your secret heart."

The young boy stares up at the thin red moon
that shines through the apple trees before dusk,
"I will not raise child of some other man
so sacrifice the child to god of death."

The young boy turns his face away from hers
when she begins to weep from broken heart,
so he runs away and sits on large stone
where girls dance to his singing in moonlight.

Returning to the grove of apple trees,
the young boy kneels to wash his face with water
but just beneath the shimmer of his face
he sees the face of the young girl gaze blank.

Pale as snow her face shimmers in the pool
where she floats suspended in clear blue light,
both hands clutching flowers and fruit she picked
as her eyes stare blank at the empty sky.

Bearing her in his arms to bed of flowers,
the young boy weeps and kisses her cold lips,
then kisses her body down to her feet
where he sees that a snake had bit her heel.

"You were gathering flowers by the stream
and when you reached upward to pick ripe apples
the snake of sorrow, sent by grim death, bit
your heel so you fell and drowned in the pool."

Laying her back into the flowing river,
the young boy sings lament from broken heart
as she floats away in the sparkling waves,
still clutching flowers she picked from his heart.

Sitting alone by the pool in moonlight,
the young boy stares into his own clear eyes,
and sighs with sorrow to kiss her sweep lips,
so he leans down and kisses his reflection.

The dancing girls appear and call his name,
demanding that he play sweet melodies
so they can dance in the glow of moonlight,
but he shakes his head and throws lyre away.

Enraged at his rejection of their love,
the girls grab his arms and legs with strong hands,
demanding that he play enchanting tunes,
but he struggles to escape from their grip.

Shrieking in rage, the girls tear off his arms,
and, while others hold his body braced tight,
they twist his head and rip it off his neck,
then drink the blood that gushes from his soul.

They throw his head into the flowing stream,
which bobs on waves illuminated bright
by the moon gleaming through sad apple trees,
then devour his body while they howl wild.

Eyes staring at the twinkling stars, his head
floats beside the body of the young girl,
slipping into the crook of her left arm,
and they float together to the vast sea.