This week I’m taking some time off as it’s Father’s Day. I thought I’d post a poem instead. It’s not about fatherhood but I enjoy it. I hope you do too.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there!
I float, dear Siren, within the rift
Tween knowing and unknown
I sail upon a melody
Do you claim it as your own?
Like a bouy dancing in the night
Ringing its loathsome bell
I feel it calling ‘cross the sea
My fate, tis its lonesome knell?
I fear, dear Siren, a dirge you’ve played
Please soul, heed the warning
And after your baton you’ve dropped
Is it I you’ll be mourning?
Skeletons with hands ghastly rendered
The strings play resolute
While monsters draw their rancid breath
Do I dance lured by their flute?
Like me, dear Siren, perhaps you’re played
As strings upon a lyre
Pandora orchestrates, encore
For our sacrificial pyre?
You have, Pandora, my Pandora
Composed a symphony
The clef, the key, the antiphon
Lyrics, chorus, my journey charted
Summoned, I can’t resist
Your music box, it’s lid removed
Pandora my fate has kissed?
Pandora, my Siren, you’ve revealed
Sighs from a dusty tome
My boat I row for my feet to
Dance away, dance away, home