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lighthearted verses for my Circe

I remember once you told me
that you’re a witch
and I responded:

my lovely sorceress
may your charms transform me
into a wily cat    I’ll be
your most familiar of spirits
I’ll lick you whenever
wherever you may wish
or even better – turn me to a broom
put me between your legs to fly
to the very heights of pleasure

let them both be so   you ordered
then meow and aaah
then whoosh and oooo
oh dearest enchantress
we’ve been ascending ever since

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014


Legend for our time (Veterans’ Day 2011)

There once was a prince
whom a sorceress turned into a frog.
Yet so soon as the witch obliged her whim,
into a wasp she changed (from guilt, say some;
by accident, the rest.)
She was swallowed by the frog.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

I am maker of verses…

I am maker of verses for the breeze
that bears the butterfly away
through this world of shadow. I am poet
of the shattered looking-glass.
Now listen to the pieces
as they fall within my dreams,
like stones into the well that holds the moon.
Oh, moon! Sorceress! Oh, beauty!
You who dance within my eyes –
I am become parched earth thirsting for the rains…
Oh hear the drops falling – each a sigh, a kiss!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2011