Sunday, December 11, 2022

 A December Valentine


Upon you I’ve cast my roving eye
Let me summon the power to step across time 
Turn into a swan you’ll fly from and fall
Faint from a blow from my long neck
On a riverbank pinioned by wings
Just as Yeats described what Erato told him
About Zeus begetting Helen raping Leda 

A swan assaulted you?
You’ll have no proof you were touched
Except these words I’ve sent
You are as beautiful as they

Now long years older
I am still guilty of desire
Zeus is no excuse.


Richard M Russell © Dick Russell
                December, 2022

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