My new elderly neighbour over the fence one afternoon Asks, can I sing you a song? My husband, standing in our patio doorway Mouth open, a giant O Silently screaming no, flapping his hands Too late, I had already given my permission How was I to know she came from a long line of ancient sirens? My husband clapped his hands over his ears My mind floated slowly into a dark space I could see nothing Her sound, amplified into unspeakable beauty My husband dragged me indoors before she could end her song I was ill for three days Late afternoon, I still hear her sound My mind sways towards something unknown that I wish I could catch She has never asked again Now there is a sale notice on her house… ©AnitaDawes2022
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