The Entering, by F.F. Teague

Psyche Entering Cupid's Garden, by John William Waterhouse (England) 1903

The Entering

For years, her soul had not resembled this,
the girl who made the goddess Venus seethe
with envy. Possibilities of bliss
had seemed remote. To live was just to breathe
and try to staunch the hopeless flow of loss
she suffered daily. All her flowers had died,
and underfoot a melancholy moss
was withering. In mourning, tired-eyed,
she never even dreamt that Love was near
until the sudden turning of a key,
romance of roses, goddess gown, the cheer
of zephyrs rustling through a cypress tree.
She hesitates a moment – then she starts
to enter; overhead, a cherub darts.

F.F. Teague

F.F. Teague (Fliss) is a copyeditor/copywriter by day and a poet/composer come nightfall. She lives in Pittville, a suburb of Cheltenham (UK). Her poetry has been published by a number of journals and her first collection is titled From Pittville to Paradise. Her other interests include art, film, and photography.
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