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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