Circe And The Siren Poem by Chris Zachariou

Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca.
Behind your iron gates
I was once a prisoner.

Beyond your high walls
were lands I had to see,
new faiths I had to embrace
and old Gods I had to bury.

From far away I could hear
the Siren's cry—the angst of youth
wistful and enchanting.

In spring, she came to me,
an untamed wild beast who
embraced me in her light
and I fell in love with my Siren
and her song.

Together we laid siege to old cities
until their walls came crashing down
and a new world was breaking in.

Our beautiful Circe came in June
and loving Circe was so easy.
My Siren strummed her love songs
and soon we were lost in her as she
was lost in us.

Now she is gone and I miss her love.
The Siren too vanished by September
but the memory of her love song still
echoes in my mind.

Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca my beloved land.
I'm back, my journey now is almost over.