Jess, this is a very beautiful use of the prompt words. My mom used to say she and I (both singers) were descended from sirens! It's the old Irish blarney, methinks! Thanks for a poem that, read aloud, is even lovelier than on the screen. Amy
Sheilah - thanks Amy - I'm so glad you read it aloud. Some poems do better just in print, but some are much better when heard. Your mom sounds like a pretty funny lady.
Even a deaf man can hear that song. Nice one.
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Indeed. No man is immune to the siren song.
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the old sirens song.... great poem
ReplyDeleteJess, this is a very beautiful use of the prompt words. My mom used to say she and I (both singers) were descended from sirens! It's the old Irish blarney, methinks! Thanks for a poem that, read aloud, is even lovelier than on the screen. Amy
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Sheilah - thanks
ReplyDeleteAmy - I'm so glad you read it aloud. Some poems do better just in print, but some are much better when heard. Your mom sounds like a pretty funny lady.
mmmmm, it is all a mystery... maybe i could possibly borrow this song to a tune i've been wantin' to play....
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