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The Lorelei

Cindy Medina·April 1, 2018

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The Lorelei

written by: Cindy Medina

@Cindy_M65

I beheld the Lorelei when the Moon hung quarter-full
Her beauty and siren song lured my mind into a lull

Atop a wind-worn peak sat the lovely nymph on high
Her silvery notes rivaled by star beams in the nigh

Came the Moon half-lit; spellbound I again drew near
Midst flashing fish and night breeze Her siren song to hear

Fellows aghast at my venture warned me stay away
For all others drawn to Lorelei a sad fate therein lay

When shone Luna full and bright, then up to Her I climbed
Tresses green, eyes black jade, nippled bosom sublime!

Moist lips tinted coral parted in sad mysterious song
All sense gone and passion blazing, my desire strong!

…

Luna is old and waning, this asylum medicine tastes bad
They won’t believe She loved me, only that I’m quite mad.

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Cindy Medina

Cindy is a published poet who writes an average of one poem per day. She's also written five novel-length stories, is working on two others, and hopes to be an author very soon. Cindy resides in the Desert Southwest of USA with D, her husband since 1993.

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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