Circe

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Pieter Bruegel

 

On the edge of what we know,

a silhouette stands against the moon-crazed sky…

 

She spares none, dark daughter of the Sun

and needs no more to ponder the end

for she is already there.

 

No veil attends her mystery,

no man knows where the darkness sets

nor where the dawn thus will rise

yet here, is not far.

 

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The Dread Goddess

 

As the smoke of her fires raise high,

her beasts drool

dumbstruck to the whim of the sorceress

 

dumbfounded and tame, she will treat men the same,

the hetaerean’s fame now guides the hawk

whose circling movements mock the trap;

tightened is the charmer’s noose

around the lost and wandering souls of Illium’s war

who’d set sail for home, to a home no more…

 

soon to be cast to a sty with a swift wand’s work

from skin and speech to bristle and grunt –

Circe – witch and weaver of all

who fall under her dominion.

 

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Wright Barker

She that lured with siren’s song

to entrance with wine and fine food

missed one fool, a fool yet duped

and escape he made to the waiting ships –

bound for his captain, Odysseus…

 

On his return to Circe’s lair, his sword remained

unsheathed, even as Hermes –

the wing-footed one – drew nigh to the front of his path,

to warn him of the ways of the island’s villainess,

and the messenger gave him the drops of the moly,

potion and shield to Circe’s own designs,

told him he must make her swear by all Her power

that she would do him no harm,

for even a man who lays with the witch

would soon find his shortcoming and end…

 

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Edward Burne Jones

And yet the tale bends with the hero appeased

by the mistress who gave him three sons

and a year that pleased Odysseus.

And his freed men, of their own volition

sated their desires and drank the heady wines,

they devoured all delights of Aeaea’s frontier

under the spell of a Queen.

 

In later times, borne perhaps of the legend’s omen,

men and ships would skirt the Isle,

hearing less fortunate cries where Circe may still ply her tricks upon

any unwitting eye, seduced by the lethal fog which sillies the mind,

for lust can be cruel and lust may be blind

but Circe ever opens her doorway

to the world that dwells below.

 

© Sam R Geraghty (2016)

 

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Camillo Paderni
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5 thoughts on “Circe

    1. Loved the poem & pictures of the Titan Goddess Circe! I just finished reading the new book “Circe” by Madeline Miller, which was fantastic. Thank you for sharing this. Blessings of Circe, Powerful Enchantress!

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  1. Fantastic images & beautiful, flowing poetry on the Goddess Circe.

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