This One’s for the Sailors

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Sorry boys,
for our glorious array of
song and sway, for the
way our refrains flummox
your sea-soft brains
and pull you further in.

Are you tired of our song?

They say ’tis always dark
-est before the dawn, before
that hellion sun sets this
watery scrim ablaze.

We are the keepers of these
waves, tiaras of the tides,
abiding in the deep
on these horizon stones
and everywhere in be
-t(w)een. All fin and fin
-ally built to scale.

Red sky by mo(u)rning.
We’ll give you no warning,
no hint of storm, just our
long luxurious hair
timbered and tossed,
until you’re lost.

Find us here
in this secret place.

Forgive us our tress(es)
-passes
and shameless praise.

 

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In November, we poem. This is the one with all the prompts.

 

 

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2 Responses to This One’s for the Sailors

  1. Shawna says:

    “We’ll give you no warning,
    no hint of storm, just our
    long luxurious hair
    timbered and tossed,
    until you’re lost.

    Find us here
    in this secret place.

    Forgive us our tress(es)
    -passes
    and shameless praise.”

    Lots and lots more siren poems, please.

  2. Shawna says:

    I am also glee-giddy over “tiaras of the tides.”

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