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The Siren
When sea’s true ink bleeds through to land
And dawn gives birth to day
Lacy foam breathes newfound life
A siren from salty spray
There she lays on knife-sharp rocks
her teeth, they gleam
her eyes, they talk
And sun shines blinding on evil so fine
For true (daggered) beauty is not so kind
She grins and waits and resumes her call
Of love, of lust, of depths’ enthral
For there (o’er there)
through Sea’s sad sheen
a ship does drift;
a somber scene
where liquid amber errs more to sorrow
and dull-eyed lads think only of ‘morrow
Yet sunburnt ears and swimming sight
Are not so deaf or blind tonight
For over crashing and over lulls
Over howling wind and gulls
Haunts a tune so soft so sweet
Piercing through the mist’s fine sheet
Who turned the helm?
Who spotted the girl?
Who crashed through frothing waves of pearl?
Who followed the song?
Who held their breath?
Who swam into their ruby-lipped death?
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I love how this poem follows a storyline - bridging the gap between fantasy prose and poetry. It leaves you with questions to form your own picture of what happens. The cadence almost reminds me of a lullaby - or the same haunting tune the siren is singing.