Sirens of Clotilde
Wrenched and bent by gusty gales Sea Pine lean seaward hold my gaze Birds twitter over sea rumbles Estany’s fountain dances crushed stone framed by myrtle hedges crunches underfoot. Marble lions roar a warning Sirens beguile erotic creatures draw me like a magnet I resist. Bereft, they gaze sadly to sea Where is Ulysses? Frozen in cold stone, they wait to bewitch mariners and gardeners Unaware.
Brooklin Poetry Society 