04-10-2013, 07:20 PM
Standing on Southhampton dock
Sophie, standing on Southampton dock,
her eyes graze for her sisters of the sea;
Thelxepia and Perthenope,
instead she sees the tides pound sand from rock.
She longs to dive and put her exile to the test,
to cut this landscum with the shoals, and breathe the foam,
to have the salt loam limescale from her breast,
to let Atlantean currents carry her home.
Once her voice and lyre could crash ship to shoal
and she would dine from flesh to fangs
of mariners, mesmerized by her songs,
their smashed skulls piled into a gruesome knoll
Oh what spell sets this siren's heart amiss?
Just one cute sailor and one mortal kiss.
--
milo
Sophie, standing on Southampton dock,
her eyes graze for her sisters of the sea;
Thelxepia and Perthenope,
instead she sees the tides pound sand from rock.
She longs to dive and put her exile to the test,
to cut this landscum with the shoals, and breathe the foam,
to have the salt loam limescale from her breast,
to let Atlantean currents carry her home.
Once her voice and lyre could crash ship to shoal
and she would dine from flesh to fangs
of mariners, mesmerized by her songs,
their smashed skulls piled into a gruesome knoll
Oh what spell sets this siren's heart amiss?
Just one cute sailor and one mortal kiss.
--
milo