A Song to the Sirens

Painting by john William Waterhouse

Let Orpheus drown out their voice
for I am not ready to leap into the wild sea.
Circe told me to beeswax my tired ears
as they pretend to sing just for me.

If I can escape from them
while he plays his pagan lyre,
they might fate me to die,
thinking my fire did expire.

But here I shall be.
Swimming against the tide I am.
It matters not to me the sirens
as long as they remember my name.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

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