In Other Words, Elf…

This is written in response to http://patriciasplace.me/2017/12/13/in-other-words-elf/

I’ve never thought much about being an elf.
Mischievous, clever, mysterious creatures.
Then I slept beneath a giant oak tree
and stories of the past came flooding back to me.
Answers to questions I’ve always had about myself.

Cupid

 

cupid

Cupid treads lightly
blending in among people.

No cherub cheeks and angel wings
for this god.

His slender build and youthful swagger,
emanate confidence.

Warned by Venus not to shoot his love arrows
indiscriminately,
his pride insists on moderation.

Teens are seen holding hands,
eyeing each other.
Wrapped in flighty arms of youthful desire.

Couples rendezvous,
inflamed hearts oblivious to their surroundings.
He smiles knowingly.

He sees harried mothers toting hollering tots,
haggard fathers lugging heavy brief cases.

He scans politicians, preachers,
homeless, and actors.

Cupid continues his search.
Waiting for the perfect specimen to sting
with his magical love bite,
wanting to make
his mother proud.

Pep Talk

I want to say no
but I can’t
I am determined to resist this time
to walk away
go into the other room.

I give myself a pep talk and understand all the reasons
why I must say no.

Anything else I can do
but this – why is it so difficult?

Not this time!

I will be strong
I will be fierce
I know I can do this!

Yet when the chocolates
are placed before me
my will crumbles…

I eat the entire bowlful!