Practice Makes Perfect
I’m willing to bet you
dollars to doughnuts:
Odysseus had a mother like mine.
When I left her, siren song singing
on the shores of a bone island heart
my ears stuffed with wax
and tied to the mast of my own crooked spine
I didn’t yet realize she would always, always be singing
in the beats of the waves
and the waters of my blood.
© 2014 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved.
Image: Ulysses and the Sirens – 1909 by Herbert James Draper