Hecate's eyes
on a visit to Toronto
i watched Hecate sleep beneath a tree
everyone agreed it was her
no mistaking her hair her dancer’s feet
if she had not been sleeping
i would have known her for her eyes
there was a time when Hecate
could nail you with those eyes
she followed me home
took a plane a taxi
came north like a Canada goose
and found me in the mirror this morning
she smelled slightly of extinction
and stale bubble gum
whispered she’d lost the look
and the world had passed her by.
“hecate’s eyes” was originally published in Pith & Wry: Canadian Poetry edited by Susan McMaster. The copyright of this poem remains with me, Monique Chénier. Please credit me if you share it, and kindly direct people to my website.
Monique Chénier - Author 