|Photo by Sarolta Bán|
"Look into my eyes," she said,
and her face peered down at him.
"I've come for help!" he cried,
as he slipped into a trance.
"No more negative thoughts," she purred,
Her voice; soft, mellifluous, persuasive.
His conscious mind blurring at the edges
His subconscious coming into sharp focus.
The session was over before he knew it,
"Is that all there is to it?" he asked.
"Next time could you remove your hat?
It's just a suggestion," she smiled.
© Marilyn Brindley
Taking part in Mag 107, with Tess, at Willow Manor. See how others have interpreted the photograph