Sleeping Siren

Sleeping Siren The siren slipped Away from the sea Warm sunlight reflecting   On the water Above her head She was a goldfish Rare orange In a blue world She slept deeply Through the heat of the day Unaware   That the thin fabric   Covering her body Was not enough To hide her pert breasts Or the curve of her legs Oblivious To the demands Of her form She never dreamed How tiring   Walking away   Could be Words: ©2022LCR Art: Flaming June by Sir Frederic Leighton (1895) (Written for the Sunday Muse Prompt last week but I missed including it)

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