No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.
Poets never look like their poems.
This one ends with you wearing a tunic
as blue as a cornflower clasped
by a golden brooch, and your fearless glare,
and the sword, the bloody sword.
I want to slyly install my sadness
Into your brain, like malware. Load it
And explode it.
Seaside mountebanks bemuse.
Practiced hands and eyes
contrive to extricate your
trick of hearts with some
success.
Working led to questioning of the promises lingering, not quite upheld, and with no end in sight.
The maidens stand
At attention: masked
And gloved, they ask
My name. When will
I forget my birth date?
And then there was Circe.
Not only the goddess daughter of Titan,
Circe was also a witch,
of course she was,
she was female
so it went with the territory,