In rapture he stared at her
where she formulated rites and followed them with a gesture
when she noticed that on him who looked upon her as a man
no magic had any effect
but when he came to his senses he was angry,
at that first daybreak wanted to strangle her
where all of his men had become squealing pigs
but it took no heroic act
as out of pure love for him she turned them into humans again,
did look upon Odysseus as if he was a god and touched him lightly,
did without any words lead him away to her own home
as her magic powers could not do anything to him
and out of her heart she adored him, intimately came to love him,
did plead for a whole year for him to stay.
© Gert Strydom
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