I have not heard the siren's song
in quite some time.
In its absence I
have taken up knitting; socks and hats, scarves
of dubious color and shape.
I would give you one, if you knocked on my door.
I'd open with mock surprise,
and, snow covering your messy hair,
you'd smile at me, open that sweet mouth
and say –
But, as I said:
I have not heard the siren’s song
in quite some time.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
I have not heard the siren's song
in quite some time.
In its absence I
have taken up knitting; socks and hats, scarves
of dubious color and shape.
I would give you one, if you knocked on my door.
I'd open with mock surprise,
and, snow covering your messy hair,
you'd smile at me, open that sweet mouth
and say –
But, as I said:
I have not heard the siren’s song
in quite some time.
Copyright Hannah Kollef 2011
