In Circe’s Courtyard
Some of the sailors
change easily. Brought
into my presence
already toads, they
hop away. Before
I can touch my wand,
the others trot off,
squealing. Obdurate,
a few, standing back
among …
In Circe’s Courtyard
Some of the sailors
change easily. Brought
into my presence
already toads, they
hop away. Before
I can touch my wand,
the others trot off,
squealing. Obdurate,
a few, standing back
among …
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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