she no longer desires to allure
you may pass — return to the moor
there will be no melody from this deadly songstresses
her wounds have been dulled by the salt

somewhere Persephone laughs with Hades
for the maiden who drowns in the weakest of waves
the verdigris sea stretches across her sadness
as the day gives way to a lavender storm

feet bound on multiple pinions
eyes a panoply of kindness and rage
death unknown to clueless sailors
moans and songs shunned for years

Image: Favim

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo challenges us to write a surreal prose poem.