Keep Me Spell-Bound (Correction) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Keep Me Spell-Bound
AND that’s what I did, a waffle with honey and cream,
now I’m ready to play at being a sunbeam, project good-
will to all people and smiling at the security guy – who
seems to be bored to death, it is a pity he does not know
how much Pratchett objects to all kinds of boredom

Especially boredom of cabbages - while I think merino
sheep is the most boring of all - alas, all agriculture has
this effect on my soul, playing endless rounds of poker
with my son is boring also – now for the document that
would consume me if I only knew how to drown myself

Therein, how to sink into the document’s embrace, delight
in its many construction terms, yet I can’t - Siamo perduti,
I have not been blessed with the ability to concentrate on
nothingness: emotions and passions and art and craft can
keep me spell-bound and trying to fashion a poem is like

An aphrodisiac making me fall in love with life – while
translating a grey document causes me to fall into a Zen
trance of resigned melancholy – but when I get up from
my chair, I love to sing along the passages, freed from
the yoke of chasing that one perfect term….

“Siamo perduti” = we are lost, an Italian term I learned
when scanning a book of an Italian plays during an
extremely boring meeting long ago…