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sail you to
by Maria MassarellaI, born on a starfilled new
moon night where orchards
scent valleys and sea-nymphs
weave zephyrean serenades
have often contemplated on
these legendthrilled shores
the sagoma of Circe that in-
habits mystic the Tyrrhenian
my thoughts go to the fragrant
magical flower - gift of the gods
shielding Ulysses from Circe's be-
witching enchantments - yet her
lovewhispers sailed him safe like
my sussurations would sail stars
tonight - shower you with petals
of light to shield you in this Now
~ m.a
11/07/2008 Author's Note: draft of a Mythprompt - dedicated to my beloved
parents who were experiencing a rough-seas-moment...
oh, but who needs myths when we have God
'sagoma' is an italian word that would intend - form, shape, outline ...
Posted on 11/07/2008
Copyright © 2025 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/08/08 at 09:32 AM when I read your words I totally become part of the mystic and it's a lovely place to reside in :) |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/09/08 at 10:24 PM ooh i love the poseidon flavour of this one. all the sea imagery and greek godliness have me reading once twice thrice. this is a fine oceanic spectacle that would have any sailor's heart pumping out a bit more salt water than normal. very very romantic and gushing |
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