A Sailor’s Rondel for a Siren by Sarah Doyle

A Sailor’s Rondel for a Siren

Come, listen to my lyre’s sound –
how sweet its lilting melody.

So cruel the wretch that beckoned me
to her, my vessel run aground.

Swells overwhelm, waves crash and pound,
and still, she plays unceasingly:
Come, listen to my lyre’s sound –
how sweet its lilting melody.

Invisible, though tightly wound,
her dulcet net imprisons me.
My crewmates claimed by raging sea,
the last I hear before I’m drowned –

Come, listen to my lyre’s sound

 

Sarah Doyle is the Pre-Raphaelite Society’s Poet-in-Residence.  She has been widely placed and published, with her first collection, “Dreaming Spheres: Poems of the Solar System” (co-written with Allen Ashley), being published by PS Publishing in autumn 2014.  Sarah co-hosts Rhyme & Rhythm Jazz-Poetry Club at Enfield’s Dugdale Theatre.  More at: www.sarahdoyle.co.uk

 

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