Siren's Song |
| by Wendy Flora |
I sit among my rocks, waiting for the men to pass by.
The large rock by the door is scarred with my
Marks, a record of those I watched die
While my song rose to fill the sky.
I pass by that rock every day, and I see
Only how many more marks there must be
Before my time is done, and I may leave
This rocky tower for the blue blue sea
I often wonder if these men ever, ever know
As their ship is dashed on the rocks below
That I do not hate them. Nay, I love them so . . .
These men who come, and yet too quickly go.
For it is lonely here day after passing day
Watching my only joy slip away
Beneath the waves as I turn to lay
My hand upon that rock so I do not sway
And turn to save the drowning men that I-
With my beauty which so pleased their eye
And the voice that lured them to my side-
Have broken and condemned to die.
|
|
Six FREE things you can do with this poem! |
| Friend |
Want to share this poem with a friend? You can email it directly to your friend, with a personal message from you. |
| Vote |
If this poem touched you, please take a moment to Vote for the poem and perhaps leave a comment telling us why. |
| eCard |
Artistically inclined? You can use this poem in a graphical greeting card, designed by you, and then send it to a special friend. |
| Print |
Need a hardcopy? You can send a copy of this poem directly to your printer, without all of the color and graphics. |
| Author |
Want to send the author of this poem a private email? If they have maintained a current address with us, we'll send your message for you. |
| More |
If you especially appreciated this author, we'll be happy to show you where you can find more of their poems |
(c) 1999 Wendy Flora Please respect the rights of the author and Passions in Poetry. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. Thank you.
|
|
|
