“If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth They paint the angels fair.” ― L.M. Montgomery, “The Fates and Furies as well as the Graces and Sirens glide with linked hands over life.” ― Jean Paul Richter, Birds singing in the sycamore tree, Far and away where the waves unwind And the toothy rock crashes Wet ankled women with splashed salty hems Clear their throats and bat eyelashes, Margaret Atwood, Poetry, The Siren waits thee - singing song for song. - Walter Savage Landor
I am deep in edits at present, along with surviving the apocalypse. (At least the fattened Ming the Merciless has been taken off air and his gaudy throne.) So I give you some Margaret Atwood, one of my favourite poets and a huge influence upon my creative rays. This is . . .