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November 27, 2022

Donne's Girouette

This tale begun

My needle spun


No north, no south,

My eyes out-strung


What farce is this 


Oh wait, there’s east!

Apace, meadow there 


‘It’s west, my dear’

Pirouette, void stare


Too much noise - can’t hear

Whoosh, over here!


Arrest! Arrest!

Madness, this dance


A push, a pull

Then sudden—




A whisper

‘I’m you, you me’


Come now

Let’s be


But just for a bit


Your eyes

My tincture

Your lips

My balm


Quiet sigh,

Brief rest.


Now go—

Be swift


I’ll drown, 

you see


But compass!

Tap tap


Tap again

Not a quiver


Sweet star

Where’ve you gone


Swing back 

Swing back


We were home,

Don’t you see?


My north, my south

Swing back to me!

© the author

by Kelly Easton

Kelly Easton holds a Master of Arts in French Translation and Conference Interpretation from the Middlebury Institute of International Studies at Monterey (MIIS). She spent fifteen years interpreting in the halls of diplomacy, working with the words of others. She now tends to her own writing. She lives with her husband and young son in Northern Virginia, where she can often be found riding horses cross-country. She is the Editor of Compass Rose Literary Journal.

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