It is of the Sirens that I sing.
Once in a great while.
You will hear a song.
Reaching out to you.
Across the wind.
Across the seas.
It will wrap its way around your breath.
Around your hips.
To tends of our earth
The Siren’s Song.
Undoubtedly.
You have been told of The Sirens.
And their seductive song.
That leads to a ruinous end.
For all who cannot withstand temptation.
And undoubtedly.
You have been told wrong.
How convenient to blame death and devastation.
On a woman.
And her voice.
How convenient.
To forget.
The adventures that happen.
When we follow the pull.
The Sirens are not here for our ruin.
They may offer us the chance.
To dismantle.
The artifice.
That kept us trapped.
In labyrinths.
And fog.
But.
They also sing to us.
Offering us a path.
To the deep and wild.
Pleasures.
Of our being.
The Sirens of Summer began singing to me.
Not all that long ago.
They asked.
To be brought to form.
And for the wonders.
Of their nature.
To be shared.
Each Siren is crafted and conjured by me.
They come with an incantation.
Invocation.
Or words of delight.
To help bring their being to bear.
The Sirens of Summer
Scrap Pile Sirens
The Scrap Pile Sirens.
Were pieced together.
From odds and ends.
Mistakes and magic.
They know what it is like to come together.
They know they are more than the sum of their parts.
Custom Sirens
A Summer Siren created just for you.
Awaits.
She will sing to you.
The song.
You are most ready to hear.
