Ariadne on Naxos

Eric Pankey

She hears the goat bells descend. It must be nightfall. Fireflies, little lamps snuffed and relit, survey the woods’ depths. The cloud-fed mosses on the ridge-edge grow inky black. Thumb-struck, the match flares brighter, noisier than it ought. She closes her eyes, untangles a maze’s abstruse distance into a line.

Eric Pankey is the author of many collections of poetry, most recently Crow-Work and Dismantling the Angel. He is the Heritage Chair in Writing at George Mason University.

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