Of Katy and Narcissus




In the gloom of dell

Command and repeat the spell

That held the blaze

Of you and me


Why did I jump so bold into your arms?



In the forest of grief

Tear and scatter the leaf

That held the hope

Of you and me


What made you torment both our souls?



In the river of vigour

Fade and smote the figure

That held the quail

Of you and me


When did you lose your own reflection?



In the meadow of retribution

Taunt and spleen the illusion

That held the regret

Of you not me


How did I find the sound of my own voice?


© Katypoetess 2013


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