SEVEN SISTERS :: SIREN SONG
A Collaboration with FloorShow Photography
Languid, laid along the bay
Seven Sisters, made of clay.
Their natural jewels upon on display
Beneath a blazing sun.
Out at sea, there bobbed some ships,
So from the rock they shook their hips
And quickly shifting into shape,
Settled on the sand.
The sailors spied these milky maids,
Who did care to hide in shade
And brazenly would bare to all,
Beneath that blazing sun.
The mariners could not ignore,
The sights they saw upon the shore,
And quickly pulling out their oars
They rowed toward the sand.
The Sisters smiled in pure delight,
(Their bellies would be full tonight!)
So on they sang, a lusty ditty
Beneath that blazing sun.
The men could not believe their luck,
These sweet young fruits, so ripe to pluck,
The honeyed lips of virgins fair,
Waiting on the sand.
But once their feet had tread the shore,
The sisters, milk-white maids no more,
Were tough as stone and rough as rock,
Beneath that blazing sun.
They crushed the men in their embraces,
No grief upon their hardened faces,
‘Til each bold man became a grain,
A speck upon the sand.
Those siren-cliffs, they have a hunger,
To shipwreck fools who’d try to plunder,
To squeeze them ‘til they’re nought but dust,
Beneath our blazing sun.
WORDS / MODEL :: Stefanie Elrick
STYLING / PHOTOGRAPHY :: Jodie Cartman
STEFANIE ELRICK - WRITER & ARTIST 