Merso iv She swoons and sways beneath the blue-gray sea, Such darkness masks the ugly truth of night. The siren’s maddening song steals her from me, Her lickéd skin that burns with diamond’s light. So now, the summer’s sun, sweet paradise; Her shimmering shield subdues her war of mind. The waves of sorrow, somber sleep suffice, So cruel the night leaves her, so cold and blind. I often sit on shore to feel her breathe, My sanity leaves me with every swell. The water nymph beckons me out to sea; She is the temptress that I know so well. Like shattering glass before my maker’s eye, My sheening pieces float with siren’s cry. Leah Doornink ’14
12 Pillars of Salt
