A poetic interpretation/rewriting of Orpheus’ return from the underworld written when I was at boarding school
The light at the end of the tunnel
Drew nearer and nearer,
My love, ever so dearer
Now behind me, follows as I fly.
After darkness comes the light,
And like the sun rising over the horizon
It blinds me to look at the brightness
But if I turn back, well…
She would be taken from me,
Stripped like a piece of chicken from the bone,
Stripped from me too far away from home
So I stare at the oncoming light of the world.
I hear the sounds so long
forgotten from this dead world.
The birds singing, not just spirits wailing,
The rustling of peaceful trees.
I reach the top, feet collide
Into earth, not rocks burnt black
By the suffering of souls.
In my joy, and confusion I turn
Waiting to see my love burn
With love and relief.
But instead I see,
Not her, but me,
A quiet reflection in a watery pond,
My love not there. My love, so fond
Has not come back
From that world so dark, bleak and black.