Wednesday, July 09, 2025

#558 Le Chant des Sirènes






Now that he has reached
the beach, he no longer
needs the candle to show
the way. The sea has called
to him — no, not the sea,
but the dwellers on some
islands situated in it. Un-
able to be seen, only barely
able to be heard; but the
song has resonances that
float above the water. Soon
he will look for a boat he
can hire, to take him close
to the source of the song.
Will take that green leaf he 
has brought with him on 
his journey from the interior
in the hope he will have a
funeral casket to lay it on.