her name isA Poem by olivesandhummusThis is a pretty short poem featuring my interpretation of sirens from Greek mythology. Sirens were said to lure men to watery graves with songs, but originally were companions of Persephone.siren. she is everywhere: rocky shores, dirty street corners, singing, singing, always singing. she is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, gills erupting from her neck like ferns. because she is beautiful, you think she is meant to be yours, with her hair the color of the wind. this pretty girl, will never sing for you, never wanted to. and though you don’t speak her language, you figure the only person she would sing for is you. and so you follow her like something you’ve lost, jumping overboard into deep waters, chasing her down the
stolen friend, a girl named for springtime, who was taken by a man not so different from you. © 2016 olivesandhummusAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorolivesandhummusAboutI'm an aspiring writer, focusing mostly on short memoir, short fiction, and poetry. I have a love affair with tea, and I probably need more sleep. more.. |