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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Siren's Song (Painting: The Siren by Waterhouse)



Upon the black and brine washed crags
She sits and sings her song
Sparkling in her sequined gown;
Rainbows glittering in the dawn

A chorus of heavenly angels;
A choir of prepubescent boys
Compared to her are toneless
And their efforts are but noise

She unveils her temptress treasures
Wooing the warrior from the sea
Sailors see her celestial beauty
The ship is doomed upon the reef

Stop your ears oh brave Ulysses
Enchanted by her music fair
Cover your eyes from her nakedness
With bits of seaweed in her hair

Even the heart of Odysseus trembles
Like the tinkling of silver bells
The ringing song of golden cymbals
Lures the heart and mind to hell

Neptune’s daughter scoffs the brave
Men who set out upon the deep
She tempts them to a watery grave
And sings them softly still to sleep

Thus enticed by lustful notions
Crooning voice and woman’s charms
They are swallowed by the ocean
Who long to be held in her arms

She is Poseidon’s wicked daughter
All the sea nymphs fear her wrath
Her song rules the bright blue water
A guilty lilt plays in her laugh

Foolish mortals who ride the waves
You are not fish and don’t belong
And do not think you will be saved
Once you’ve heard the Siren’s song

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North Carolina poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul.