Lorelei By Cogito With a voice like blackest ocean depths she sings. Men stop to listen, drinks forgot enslaved, caught in the magic of her eyes, her hips, the summons of her lips A young man brash and full of pride, sees in her another toy. One more nightly woo and tumble and sayonara. Brazen hunter is ensnared and he believes she is the prey, charmed and won at closing time. She lets him lead her to his den. And then she is seduced, in truth seducer. Takes him in and all his soul. A lifeless husk she leaves behind. Morning brings a manager with shattered nerves, as approaching siren wails. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A Brown Jubilee By Solar POET I recognise you. You’re the friendly tiger. You captured man’s heart long before he made the plough or sounded the ram’s horn. Is there survival value in your retractable claws, in your pink tongue panting the sunshine, in the way you purr gold? POPPY Do not be alarmed. Really, honestly, I do not bite. I merely spin a yarn of worlds on easiness, so rocks become armchairs, plump, cushioned. Come, sit close so that my breath mingles with your brain. I’ll transform you. Hero. I can make you king promote you to god weave anything you want POET No thanks. I’ll be turning on my heel different ways, for I know a legend-teller who reckons your kind once ruled the Rooster island; you grew strong, sun-drunk, magical; sailors found you chanting tales of temptation unto doom you ate them, all the men – not like air – but like chocolate cake or brioche, or any other sweet-bread.