the danger of reading poetry
by a beautiful siren poetess
is being lost in weave locks
her hook lines long blond hair
sea lure green blue hazel eyes
splice words into siren songs
echoing into heart heard depths
cast net soul beaching us
upon imagination landscapes
enticing us to write liquid poems
bound into rhythms answering echoes
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem