The Siren’s Curse
by cricketjeff on December 30, 2015. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
She looks at me and suddenly the day
Has faded into dark and sleepless night.
Her merest word steals sanity away
And substitutes a meaningless delight.
At other times I hear her name and freeze
A shiver fills my mind and I recoil.
Too beautiful to put me at my ease,
My muse, my mistress, slave and sharpest foil.
I like to think I’m rational at base
My mind not prone to superstitious whim.
So how can I explain the way her face
Turns me into a fish that cannot swim.
The curse of love makes morons of the wise
The moment they first drown in devil’s eyes
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