Siren
She sees her love through morning mists
and calls him from the bay.
‘My darling, sweetheart, treasure angel,
come with me away.’
The little sailing boat enticed ,
she combs her golden hair
and sings to him a song of love
which echoes here and there.
Captivated by her melodies
the man begins to steer
towards the tune
intoxicating,
Opium upon his ear.
‘I’m hear my beautiful,’ he answers
and through telescopic sight
at hair spun gold and curves so sleek
he gazes with delight.
‘My handsome prince come hither.
How I have longed for you.
Come and share my island love.’
Utopia for two.
The young man finds the sirens cove
but his attention wanders.
He fails to see the jagged crop
of lethal granite yonder.
So tempted by the song he hears,
the mermaid’s golden locks,
enchantment fills the sailor’s brain
his vessel dashed on rocks.
Her song turns into laughter,
the boat is in distress,
the sun is sinking
and a storm
is brewing in the west.
Excitedly she boards the wreck
and seeks the chest of gold.
The drowning sailor weakly calls
as shining eyes turn cold.
