Best Circe Poems

"The Circe Effect" (Part 1)


Circe, Goddess of magic, nymph, witch, bold enchantress
daughter of Helios, Sun God, her father, can you imagine? ... 
let me paint you further, the tree of this wacked-out family canvas -
daughter of Perse, her mother, wild Oceanid Nymph, spawned not on...

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"The Circe Effect" (Part 2)


In solitary confinement, she remained all alone 
in a big old mansion in the middle of a woodland zone 
there she sat weaving on her loom all alone
on that Island of Aeaea, until that good sort, Odysseus 
walked into her home.

Athena,...

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Ocean (Circe)

Clearly an abyss, 
you paint your lips blue,
adorn yourself in light's zirconium-hue-
masquerading as some golden gem, laden Queen.
Lying in your bed in waiting,
offering the possibility of adventure,
of hidden world's of retreat.
Your magic mesmerizes and flaunts.
Teases with possibilities imagery.
Endless font.
Stories to sell.
Corrupting your fools, licking...

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Amóre; what is that, he wondered, 
before, before her, before the raw
Circean glimpsed across the buzzing
dance crazed rhythmic beating pulsing room.

Erudite, perniciously droll his
father was, he could have been, the old
generation, but not him, no sir;
he was master of the universe.

It took a while to...

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The versatile goddess Circe shapeshifts herself into a dolphin
Happily diving in and out of the waters of the island of Aeaea
From a balcony the king watches her, recognizing her power
Her magic lures him closer to the edge, he is mesmerized
She jumps high into the air,...

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FROM THE ur POEMS



u-turn: another way to look at religion
by Michael R. Burch 
 
... u were borne orphaned from Ecstasy
into this lower realm: just one of the inching worms
dreaming of Beatification; u
would love to make a u-turn back to Divinity, but
having misplaced ur chrysalis,...

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Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under the bridge
for me to believe
there’s just one acceptable path.
In poetry everything’s permitted.



Byron
was not a shy one,
as peacocks run.
—Michael R. Burch

When I visited Lord...

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