Calliope and Ragabash went walking hand in hand.
All around the island they were searching for some land.
Piles of phrases and scraps of speech
Lay scattered cross the beach.
Lonely punctuation and pictures partly drawn
Wondered what had happened, where their careers had gone.
They had heard the sirens, wondered what they’d meant
They hadn’t known the warning signs of editorial intent.
Calliope and Ragabash continued on their walk
Wondering as they wandered if it was safe to talk.
For Ragtag Daily Prompt #9: Ragabash