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The light recedes with every passing year
As my old galley daily brings me nearer
To those cruel sirens I’ve been told to fear -
They wreck the peace of mind of every hearer
And even if they don’t come really near
Their voices carry far; they’re getting clearer
And I’m unable now to turn my ear
From their insidious singing. True, the tale
They tell to us is nothing new, and yet
Its pull gets stronger, like the banshee’s wail
Waylaying night-bound travellers, beset
By storms and hardships on their lonely trail
For all I hear’s the woman I once met
Whose loss to time made me forgo the grail,
A loss that I would ever more regret -
Life ended then. Oh yes, they’ll get me yet.
- COMMENTS
SweetOblivionalmost 12 years agoI got slightly confused by the punctuation in the third stanza - but it made sense in the end - you might want to take another look.
I loved the assonances and the close contrasts of some of the lines - a galley daily has the makings of a great tongue twister.
Sweet O.
tazz317almost 12 years agoone slip in the early stages, loses that which is sought. TK U MLJ LV NV
