Murray–Sirens of Clotilde

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. 

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