The Siren

by Larry Chamberlin   Jul 17, 2019

She stood silhouetted by the fading sun;
amber light painted her in magical strokes.
She raised her hand, beckoning, smiled up to me
invitation to accompany her out
over the edge, beyond the pale, and into
worlds unexplored by anyone on their own.


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  • 8 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I definitely get a feel of "come hither" in this poem, and I love the seduction and softness of it. The enchantment of exploring these new worlds. Deceptively enchanting :)

  • 8 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I can never think of sirens anymore without hearing Tim Buckley's haunting 'Song to the Siren' playing in my head. Anyway, as I read this, I heard that and it lent the piece a rather eerie feel...

  • 8 months ago

    by Brenda

    Those sirens, tricky ones they are..

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