Some sensed sweet siren calling
through airwaves from the West,
fleet song, treat neat, recalling
the finest sung with zest,
wove subtle thread enthralling
to sieve surf second best,
sent competition sprawling
wash waved away all rest.
All felt sweet siren calling.
All who that music heeded
were haunted by her flaunting.
She offered what they needed
or what they thought was wanting,
and further wishes seeded.
Unequalled, fair and daunting -
all warnings went unheeded –
she led all onwards, taunting,
as Fate’s dire doom was speeded.
Some for her bounty fulsome,
some for her beauty rare,
from town and county bosom
all rushed, – one grace to share.
One face shone forth there, twosome
to each vowed all, see their
wander-lost souls succumb
few for advice could care,
enthralled by beauty’s blossom.
All who tuned in conceded
the need for greater needs,
each sought her breast then kneeded,
full flesh for milk which feeds
the senses which proceeded
to mirage that misleads.
Each goal, when reached, receded -
rich promise proved dry weeds –
all by day dreams impeded..
Each eye was sparkling beady
with private visions wide, -
those visions soon turned seedy,
anticipations died.
For siren mistress greedy
to vanity replied,
the piper pied tone reedy
led on to mirage bride
who, wanton, doom supplied
to those tongue-tied but needy.
Soon swan song turned to siren -
harsh, strident, echo high -
trust blown by gust, fell silent,
fell dread high hopes belied,
bell toxin tocsin iron
turned tone, tolled, told denied,
while with disaster’s eye on
their lust her will would lie.
Soon swan song spurned by siren.
To ashes urned ambition
swift turned – west, north, south, east –
too fast the blast’s ignition
to dust burned man and beast: -
no pardon, no remission,
was granted, not the least,
upon decomposition
few shall remain to feast...
So ends this composition
with inspiration ceased.
Silver trophy winner
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