Orpheus and Narcissus
If they met
Would one pine for the other
Across he styx, river floats a head
Of beauty, incarnate
Without nature we find holes
Where we left behind
Pomegranates, by ice rinks. You
Were locked in the underworld,
And I looked
Will you drown in your desires,
Am I to be seen or go,
Where, I know
The three headed dog lives.
Around, turn around, don’t look.
/
Echo and Eurydice
Hear the call of their lover
From far away,
Cannot respond in kind
Are barred by
Their barriers from a
Speak to you
They open a wound
And find themselves
Sealed away.
Stay, stay there, don’t move.
‘
Echo
Hear the sound of honesty
Show who loves simplicity,
Or is it complicity?
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Bridget Ronnie is a poet living in Brooklyn, of course. Where else? She writes in her spare time, which is a lot, and has a collection of poems forthcoming.
This website is dedicated to her current works in progress, which are a timeline of her emotional state — and mental associations. With wordplay, understated rhyme schemes, and quiet thunderstorms, she questions and highlights the world. In its simplicity, completing anonymity.
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