There blown ashore, blue eyes and yellow hair
A child temptress steeped in beauty’s charms,
No sweet soubrette was ever yet so fair
And I to find her now soft in my arms.
I weep to think of that which I did take
Upon that pleasured lee kissed by the sun,
Afloat in clover on a flowered lake,
What man could yet say no? Not ever one—
As scented gold spilled out on mottled green
Her raiments fell as jetsam on the sea
And on that main, two barques rigged rapture bound
To ever grace spiced seas of memory…
Fair winds at dawn so set to drift apart,
Still yet she stays, staunch Siren of my heart.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
