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)

Comments

  1. I love this Lori! Your poem is as lovely as the image, and the closing line really takes it to new levels. Wonderful writing!

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    1. Thank you so much. I'm sorry I missed the submission deadline but still wanted to post it for me. :)

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  2. I was completely taken by the poem alone, by the truth you spilled in every line--one never knows how things will go until things are done. After seeing the inspiring image, I love the poem even more. Perfect interpretation!

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    1. Thanks so much. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I like to disappear in the summertime.

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    2. As long as you've been having some summer fun!

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    3. I've been trying. I don't know where time is running off to! Hope you're keeping cool and well in this insanely hot weather.

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