Charybdis left the seas for dryer climes.
Cleverly transferring her talents from water to air,
and lurked in wait,
hidden, behind a bin outside the premises
of a helpful purveyer of wine, beers and spirits
to drunks and intransigents,
confident that her carefully chosen victim
would soon be in this vicinity.
he had been warned that he was her target,
but in his arrogance
had believed himself invincible.
even as she sucked the air into her cheeks
he did not make his escape,
almost as if he wanted her to win.
I was thrown back by the mighty wind from lips
which made fast their aim
and blew him just out of my reach
then I saw her slob bering grin as, with one hand
she reached into the shop,
grabbing a can of Lambrini,
while the other snaked around my stunned son
and held him to her puffed up breast,
like the favourite toy he had ever been.
A keeper, unlike the rest of her conquests,
but more than that,
he had become her revenge upon me
and she determined to hold fast until death.
©Jane Paterson Basil