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 Used RhymeZone