Dec 3, 2017 Haiku, Original Poetry
Siren
©December 3rd, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
The moon hangs low, close.
Close to a careening earth,
A gleaming temptress.
A lone mermaid sits.
Songs of heartbreak rise upwards
As waves come closer.
Closer come the waves!
Would that the planet could mend!
Would that sirens called!
I will rise song-wards
I will unfurl my wet wings
And fly to the moon.
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