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Dr. Emily Bilman, Metamorphosis...


by Emily Bilman

Like the poet seeking immortality

through an unfinished manuscript,

Orpheus would not abandon Eurydice

to darkness yet, unbent, she was oozed

into a singularity. Back in Thrace, Orpheus

delved into the mirrors of his buried self.

His poems poured through the sea-channels

like stream-currents. As Apollo’s light seeped

through the olive groves above the cerulean sea

the hills of Elysium echoed with his life-force.

The Dunes

by Emily Bilman

When the car stopped, the jade sea-air

spurred me on towards the huge dunes

on the beryl-beach spreading out

like boulders tumbling down from the hills.

As if hypnotised, I gazed intensely

at the sands wrapped by the sea-breeze

moving upon the northern sea

through the thick window-panes

keeping the ill winds out of the barrier-resort.

On one dune, there slithered a juvenile

sand-serpent ready to ambush

its predators by burying its body

inside the soft sands stealthily.

The Mask in Sutton Hoo

by Emily Bilman

With molten silver, I shaped a head-

shield that fit an identical iron face,

a regal mask meant for eternity.

For this sculpture, I consulted an iron-

smith who welded the silver mask

to an iron headshield. Like the carved oars

of the ancient war-faring ships, I sculpted

the face with square-striae and symbols.

The king’s wars were engraved in relief

on mobile panels. The totem of a golden

sea-phoenix was welded to the headshield

protecting the face. The thick eyebrows

resembled birdwings shielded by two

wolves. Guarded by armed giants,

the amphibian-totem carried away

the sword-bearer to oceanic eternity.

The Sea-League

by Emily Bilman

Pilgrims tread softly on sleek

pine-needles until the brick house,

anointed with frankincense,

suspires with candle-wax.

The diva, in the hearth-shaped

amphitheatre under the crescent moon,

with the perfect pitch for expensive

ballads, sang about her prime provocateur.

The chorus on stage sang their lunar

journey of loess, rust, and brine.

The commercial nexus, founded

by a sacrificial Amazon had

moved west with the silted river.

Austere, the pines, scenting resin-balm

celebrated the fledgling sea-league.

Coins were carved on electrum

to revere the effigy of the deity,

her marble breast-emblems,

warrants of the city’s perennity.

Shore to shore, nobles, and traders

chanted an Aegean eulogy.


Emily Bilman, PhD is a poet-scholar who lives and writes Geneva,

Switzerland. Her dissertation, The Psychodynamics of Poetry: Poetic Virtuality

and Oedipal Sublimation in the Poetry of T.S. Eliot and Paul Valéry, with her

poetry translations, was published by Lambert Academic in 2010 and Modern

Ekphrasis in 2013 by Peter Lang, CH. Her poetry books, A Woman By A Well

(2015), Resilience (2015), The Threshold of Broken Waters (2018), and

Apperception (2020) were published by Troubador, UK. “The Tear-Catcher”

won the first prize in depth poetry by The New York Literary Magazine. Poems

were published in Deronda Review, The London Magazine, San Antonio

Review, The Wisconsin Review, Expanded Field, Poetics Research, The Blue

Nib, Tipton Poetry Journal, North of Oxford Journal, Otherwise Engaged

Magazine, Literary Heist, The High Window, Wild Court, Remington Review,

Book of Matches, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Poets Live Anthology 4, OxMag,

San Diego Poetry Anthology, Contemporary Poetry 2022, Ballast Journal,

Soren Lit, Southern Arizona Press Anthologies, Poetry Salzburg Review.

Emily Bilman, PhD blogs on her website-

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