Come With Me
Come, come, the enchantresses sing
Mesmerizing and hypnotic
The sailors are lured
by these sea creatures, so exotic
A long time on the seas
forgetting the power of sirens
Charmed by their beauty
Forgetting their environs
Fooled by their wiles
Ecstatic at the attention
The unwise men
Unaware of the intention
Blindly complying
They are led to certain death
A ship on the rocks
Guarantees their last breath
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to:
Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt
Word Prompts:
Rock
Ecstatic
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Love the whimsy involved
Lovely imagery Christine💜
Always the wiles 🙂
Yes, those womanly wiles! 🙂 Lol!
Well yes, what we ‘poor’ men have to put up with 😂
🤣
🙂
Those femmes fatales!
I know! Shocking 🙂
Lol.
Wonderful imagery, Christine! 🙂💞
Thank you dear Punam 🙂♥️
You are welcome, dear! 💖
A superb imagery Christine, lovely poem. What a way to die! 😉
Thank you Hélène 💕 Yes! What a way to go!
❤🙏
Oh , those wretched sirens,
A sea of majestic vixens
Oh I love that! A sea of majestic vixens 🙂💕
I loved your little poem
Thank you dear Ivor 💕🙂
You lured me with this poem! I love it Christine 🌸
Aww thank you dear G. 🙂💕
You are welcome, my dear 💕🌸😊