Sound Waves

And so, once treacherous
waters are an afterthought.
Suasive and grounded, sirens
bathe via Canal Street.
They loiter in shifts
of new age paradigm.
And Doppler, now sea-bound
hopes to drown out their
drawn-out blare
through galaxy spectra.

I wrote this poem after an ambulance siren drove past my window. I remembered grade nine science and the Doppler effect. So I began to dance around the word siren, until it hit me: sailor-seducing sirens from Greek Mythology would be an interesting parallel to the modern-day definition of this word. Coming up with the title was a sheer case of good fortune after I stumbled across it in the dictionary.