CIRCE

Called Circe for my yellow eyes -

a hawk and creature - never human -

raised in halls obsidian

in shiny dark - behind the sun .

The halls of Helios we run -

my mother was an Oceanid -

and we are of

   the Titan race .

We Elder folk of seas and skies -

Before the gods - Before the flood

and humans who they made from mud

and beasts of all kinds . We are blood

of primal type - before

the fall . One day

our folk will rule as once we did

from Infra dark

    to Outer Space .

What is this trick ,

this power Divine

of turning sailors into swine ?

And was it Circe's purple wine ?

As if the power to Change was mine !

My spectrum shines on what lies hid ,

My rays just lighting

Up the face

Anita Greg 19/04/2018