Lullaby
I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
And anyway, you were out seeking!
Eyes searching the shore for a familiar sound.
You set your sights and set your sails;
maybe it was all destined to collide.
When what if became what now -
when the fog lifted and your trajectory became clear -
I saw my talons and feathers forming,
as if my song had finally reached my own ears.
I wanted to offer you wax and rope,
but instead I sang all the louder.
Knowing what's best but starving for more...
I'm so sorry, but it wasn't enough.
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Author's Note
My second siren song. Perhaps I'm stuck on this theme because I'm teaching allusion, incorporating mythology in my classroom each day. Or maybe it's because of so many years of experiencing the same patterns and finally feeling weary. Maybe both. Probably both.
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Nice *
When what if became what now -
when the fog lifted and your trajectory became clear -
I saw my talons and feathers forming
I do like this.
Thank you all. I appreciate it so :)
I like it.*
good stuff, reminds me of Rimbaud's "The Drunken Boat,"
Thank you, Gary.
I'm always flattered by comparisons, Damion. Thank you!
This is a real neat take on the myth of the sirens. Verbally original and tight, and I've always liked poems on the destructive capabilities of love and lust. I wrote a poem on this subject here years ago, but I have no desire to self-advertise, so I won't mention it by name. But mine was from the viewpoint of the shipwreckee. The third stanza is terrific. I'd maybe prefer it to be very slightly longer, though.
Thank you for your feedback - I can see potential to lengthen it! Your words are generous and mean much :)