Sirens’ enchanting ballads
Flirt with sailors- a perfect illusion.
Unintentionally deceptive.
No escaping delusion.
The sly texture of her scales.
Lashings of hair, hiding skin.
Shells conceal her modesty,
Still, she draws the sailors in.
Both clueless and frivolous,
Equally attuned to curiosity.
Both dreamers, parched of love.
Beauty masks her animosity.
She steals their hearts,
In promise of devotion.
Robbing them of sanity,
Before returning to the ocean.
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In response to the dVerse mer-people challenge found here
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I especially love the verbiage of: “Lashings of hair, hiding skin.”
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Thank you 😊
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The trance must be enchanting for a moment though
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Will we ever know if mermaids are sailors’ delusions? There are so many mysteries in the ocean. I love the way you describe the mermaid in the lines:
‘The sly texture of her scales.
Lashings of hair, hiding skin.
Shells conceal her modesty’.
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Thank you! ✨ It would be amazing if there were mer-people!
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Well done! How often our delusions tend to drive us to insanity leaving us lost and alone!
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Thank you! ✨
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I think many sailors grow delirious, but I really wish that there were such creatures… just give me mast to be tied to.
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Agreed! ✨
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“Masked with animosity” … now that’s a new look at the lovely and enchanting mermaids. Alas, the poor sailors haven’t a chance!
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Haha agreed! Thank you ✨
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