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“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 . . .
Siren Song
Esme's Cloud 
One of our favourite Canadians! (as a matter of fact, our eldest likes her so much she named her daughter after her!) 🙂 Here’s my favourite of hers –
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
an open eye
Good on ya, Esme!
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Excellent! Cracking quote too Carmen, one I know well. From the minute I first read it this line stayed with me
‘You are innocent as a bathtub full of bullets.’ – Phenomenal. I love what she does with words.
Thank you m’dear.
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I think this is a song Carly Simon wrote about me!
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Ha, well, you were a bird in your past life as we know…
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I’ve only read Margaret Atwood’s novels–some of them–but this is definitely suggesting I am missing something. Thank you for this! Sending best wishes, Esme, and hope you are thriving in this apocalypse in addition to surviving.
Michael
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You’re most welcome Michael, have at this, it’s my favourite of hers
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47792/backdrop-addresses-cowboy
Thriving. Hmmm. Edging towards blooming perhaps? Hahahahahaha. Perhaps. Stay safe over there with your misses.
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All I can say is “wow!” to that one. Thanks for the link Esme! I am wounded… dissolving into her sky…
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It’s epic, isn’t it? I see it in film form when I read it. She was very pissed off with someone. Hahahahahaha.
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A desperate man is always easy prey;
His lust for praise and pride put him in play.
So easily, a lady’s siren song
Entraps him, for he’s thinking with his [redacted*].
We older ones, who’ve seen a thing or two
May listen, but we won’t jump in on cue.
The lesson Atwood’s verses strive to teach
Is learned — my skull will not adorn that beach.
*Due to uncertainty concerning Esme’s preferred standards of style and decorum.
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Thinking with his redacted, chucking it around willy nilly. Flaunting it no less. Size of the damn thing too.
Hahahahahaha. I like the rhyme! I also would love to say the standards are sky-high here upon the cloud, but fear evidence of the gutter swimming may arise in the form of many links, evidence and howls from other followers – falls about. Love it, thank you Infidel! You have risen to the occasion yet again. bows laughing
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Esme, you naughty girl you! ! (But hellishly funny!)
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Heheheheheh.
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