CIRCE/ Poetry Potluck #22

                                          Circe offering the Cup to Odysseus/

                                                 John William Waterhouse

I recently came across a prompt in Poets and Writers Magazine that asked us to choose a poem of ours, and rewrite it in reverse.  Thumbing through my book of poetry,"Two Ghosts", I found the one to fool around with.

Maybe a little wicked for St. Valentine's Day.  Good.  I'll submit it to Poetry Potluck #22, the topic being Love, Bonds, Relationships.  Some obsessions are more intense than others.  Happy Valentine's Day!

CIRCE

I say: Don't worry,

nothing can hurt us now.

You look around to see

who's watching.

But you fall anyway.

You plead:

Don't do this to me.

You will fall into my eyes and stay.

I whisper an enchantment in your ear.

Can I shape your fantasy

before I slip out the door?

Please don't see

how hard it is

for me to leave.

And don't wake,

because I'm stalking you.

Can you feel my intrusion?

I brush the warm sheet,

folded on your thigh.

Let me stare at you

as you dream,

with the bedroom

dark blue at dawn,

the sun still hiding

below the polestar.

Don't wake.

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