When Sirens Thrash
When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea -
bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
Bye-bye lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
Even a well-seasoned captain loses his grip.
There’s boundless beauty in the courtship -
crashing waves, sublime figure-eight sensuality.
Still, seamen should know - there’ll be no round trip.
When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea.
Voices bellow from the gorgeous debris,
“Like rum to you, matie, come and sip.
Swim into this chalice, take a look-see.”
Bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
When knowing one’s name, could make him slip,
merely a lad of seventeen, “Climb down, Louie.”
The sirens entice the boy to partake in a dip.
Bye-bye, the lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
As the whirlpool mesmerizes, what is reality?
“It’s been a long time, you’ve had a gal, Skip.
Surely you can see the blue eyes of Hawaii?”
Even a well-seasoned captain loses his grip.
A fool believes they’ll get off scot free -
more creatures join in, stern like a head sea.
Vessel’s bones, its foundation, crack like a whip.
‘tis only legend…except, experience is beastly
when sirens thrash.
6/15/2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
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