Unheard, unsung songs of her,
lurk on the ocean
floor,
under the curls of tides,
her salty tears hide,
within the white foam,
she swirls and roams.
Who is she?
whose songs drift hither and thither,
echoing the vast
blue.
On the days of full
moon,
when ocean waves
dance,
the unknown woman of
the sea,
can be seen swaying
in the waves.
Is she a mermaid, a siren
or a selkie?
whose songs drift hither and thither,
echoing the vast
blue.
For
https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/23/poetics-sounding-the-siren/