A Voyage

A VOYAGE

‘Beware, beware their evil song:
they eat your flesh,
they bleach your bones,
you won’t last long.’

His vessel neared an island.
Shimmering calm. Air still.
Enthralling song
across the green sea floating

paralysed his will.

O heaven within his reach,
he felt. And swam for shore.

His fortune waited, lolling on the beach.

from I been there, sort of: New and Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2006), copyright Mervyn Morris 2006, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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