Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Siren’s End

Three corn husk dolls  
in a silvered cove—  
the tide takes two,  
barnacled eyes vacant. 

Our remaining doll frowns,  
drawn by a shrill song  
savage as a sea hiss—
til a gasp ends the siren wail,
a small hand scooping her from the sand.

The doll is carried safely 
to the cliff’s solitary house.

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Duke Beaufort February 17, 2025 at 8:22 AM Laura, I'm glad at least one of the dolls was saved. Was this from an old memory of yours? Things do happen near the shore when tides ebb and flow. It's hard for us to anticipate all in life and as an allegory, this indicates to me that loss sometimes occurs that we don't expect. It makes an impression. Thanks! Laura Breidenthal February 22, 2025 at 2:42 PM This is from a vision that returns to me from time to time… if you want to know a little more … there’s a poem called A House on the Cliffs Edge, it’s a poem that’s very important to me. <3