![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvVh9GytFmgHJpTPT2vkvEuxZqKo9rOOQOsD_eawl1PzVFEA7Q1wxhGg3nLM4wzGDEGDz-t3y36F-1zCdbQMsIjaSv1DCZ9pPHJUv8jfianxCOgjRM-de899GacgruGbUd8uaC9mKT1Bq/s320/sirens.jpg)
I made the men lash me to the mast as we approached the island of the sirens. I had ordered all of them to fill their ears with wax, but I wanted to hear the deadly songs. The men started to row, and I heard the music. It was like nothing else on earth. It is haunting, but still wonderful to hear. It made me feel so strong, but like something was missing. I had to be near that music forever, to die listening to it. When it was over, I felt like something inside of me had gone, leaving lonliness in its place.
1 comment:
Your comments regarding the sirens make me wonder if Odysseus is the only mortal reputed to have survived their songs. Is this a tale he would tell his son and future generations? Would his survival alter the perspective others held of these bewitching voices?
I laughed aloud when I saw the caption under your photo - there's no modesty in that Odyssey with a comment such as that! :)
Post a Comment