My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

January 11, 2011 “Siren Boat”

“Siren Boat”


He heard the call of the Siren’s song

from far across the sea.

Upon the waves, the misty waves

rode the sweetest melody

his ears had ever heard,

and she whispered every word.


His heart was full of the Siren’s song,

she sang it every day

across the waves, the rolling waves,

Come to me and stay…

come to me and be my own,

and leave your mountain home.”


I have no way to cross the sea,

no boat or vessel fast,

to sail upon the waves, the deep blue waves,

and come to you at last…

to come and be your own,

to leave the mountains I have known.”


Oh, there is a way to cross the sea,

to ride the ocean tide,

to travel the waves, the rocking waves,

and be here by my side…

build a boat if your love is mine,

if your love is yar and fine.”


His heart was hers though he knew not how

she drew it with her Siren tune,

from across the waves, the rising waves,

from setting sun to waning moon.

Build a boat” sang her golden voice.

His heart was hers and so was his choice.


His heart was hers as he began to build

his boat of love and wood,

to sail the waves, the frothy waves,

to come to where she stood…

league upon league, and many leagues more,

far from his passion, on a far away shore.

With loving care he hewed each timber

for keel and plank and mast,

to brave the waves, the roiling waves,

his love to bring her at last.

From foggy morn to setting sun

his love and boat were built as one.


With loving care he set the mast,

and made the rigging taut;

to span the waves, the far flung waves,

and find the one he sought,

the one that sang Love’s tempting song,

the one he’d dreamed of for so long.


He left his home upon the mountain.

His boat he took to the sea

to risk the waves, the spuming waves,

and with his Siren forever be.

She sang “Come to me, and make me thine,

in your loving vessel so yar and fine.”


He left all he knew upon the land;

hauled up the billowing main

to sail the waves, the wind blown waves,

and follow her melodic refrain…

Come to me, and take my breath

for we shall never part in life or death.”


His Siren Boat was true as his love

when the wind filled up the sail.

Into the waves, the thundering waves,

she cut beyond the pale…

the bow set hard to the setting sun,

and the sail was full til day was done.


His Siren Boat was true as his love,

but the song he no longer heard

across the waves, the lonesome waves;

he listened, but never a word.

He sailed from that day and evermore after

alone on the sea, the silent sea.

But, from time to time, when the wind was still,

he thought he heard laughter.


©tlh 1/11/11

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9 responses

  1. Janessa

    WOW….that’s amazing Tracy. My favorite part is the last line. Excellent stuff my friend. Hope you are well.

    January 11, 2011 at 6:07 am

  2. Lovely. So lyrical and visual. It reminded me of the old epic poems.

    Bravo … D.

    January 11, 2011 at 10:07 am

  3. What a wonderful poem to have with morning coffee…so very lyrical…loved it.

    January 11, 2011 at 10:36 am

  4. lifeinarecipe

    What an amazing story…it had me captivated… had me wondering that if I were to make my way to the sea…would I hear the echo of the song and it’s story?

    January 11, 2011 at 4:49 pm

  5. Worthy of a song…one of your best in my mind Tracy. Just beautiful. oxo

    January 11, 2011 at 8:22 pm

  6. ah – the siren’s song…i hear it… beautiful

    January 13, 2011 at 10:48 am

  7. O Tracy a lovely tale indeed, the promise and want of love will have us doing anything…but to leave your mountain home…now that must be some siren….loves the lyrical quality of this piece and its epic sound… glad you posted it at OSW….blessings..bkm

    January 13, 2011 at 7:16 pm

  8. Oh my… what a sad end to this lovely tale… throughout the poem, I kept hoping that he stay “safe” while seafaring… but laughter?!?! Soooo not what I expected (or wished for)…
    Very well written, Tracy! Kept me hooked like I were some fish! 🙂

    January 14, 2011 at 3:22 am

  9. Lovely piece, such a lyrical feel… love the longing for a love dreamt of, then lost to the vastness of the sea… especially love the humor in the laughter he thought he heard, priceless ending.

    January 14, 2011 at 8:34 pm

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