Lament for a Love Lost: The Siren and the Fisherman — Day Six of NaPoWriMo 2023

 

Once there lived a youthful fisher,
Residing by a shore.
Toiling the weeks to catch sardine,
Weekends he chose to snore.

One day arrived when the sun was sore,
And a sad catch laid sparse.
The fatigued fisher cursed indignantly,
And succumbed to sleep for hours.

Dreaming in pacifying solace,
Spent hours to no end.
A headlong bump with a boulder,
Awakened our slumbering friend.

Jumping up to his nimble feet,
He swiftly looked around.
Found himself in an uncharted cavern,
But a stranger sight, yet to be found.

With whimsical wonder and curiosity,
The fisher set foot,
In the hopes of finding some consolation,
For a day gone kaput.

 

As he inched deeper into the cave,
Sweet symphony stirred the silence.
The fisher hastened towards and oh!
Lo and behold, a Siren!

The shrewd fisher saw the beauty,
And almost drew near.
But by god’s grace he recoiled back,
His awe had turned to fear.

By fleeting hearsay and plenty tales,
‘Twas certain this arousing being,
A seductive siren who sang so sweet,
Gave an equally mortal sting.

He sat there with his ears plugged,
Immune to her beckoning echoes.
Kept gazing at the ethereal lass,
Fighting the urge to draw close.

After he returned home the day,
Torturous ones were to follow.
For she enamoured him too vehemently,
So he visited her on the morrow.

Even whilst knowing ineludible fate,
If he was to embrace her.
He kept on moulding unrequited love,
Doing himself no favour.
After many tides had come and gone,
The fisher couldn’t cope,
How dearly the siren was held to his heart,
How tragically lay no hope.

A caliginous night dawned on the shore,
And the sea screeched its cries.
The naive lad had finally breathed his last,
And seen untimely demise.

The sands of time may bury the man,
But the maudlin tale shall remain.
Of the fisherman who had lost himself,
In a wistfully ironic way.

To a poison he hadn’t consumed,
To a dagger in its sheath.
To a melody he chose to be deaf for,
To a siren he wasn’t beneath.

 

Written by Yoihen Elangbam for MTTN

Edited by Radhika Krishna for MTTN

Featured Image by art.com

 

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