She calls for him, she beckons
She seeks him from her loins.
Beautiful and glistening
One song,
the heavens joined.
Unfold for him, release her
So easily destroyed
She calls for him, he does not come
the ocean feels her void.
Storms rage, the waters surge-
as he just stands upon the shore.
Awaits her death in silence,
their music plays no more.
- Author: blacksparrow ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2016 20:49
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
Comments1
WELCOME BLACKSPARROW - Love your first poem. In my experience SIRENS are very appealing and more often than not irresistible. Your well penned poem focuses on a Siren scorned. Because her charms are ignored her "death" is inevitable. There is a moral in this poem of both "love" and "life". The last line is very poignant - something we have all experienced form time to time. Their music plays no more ! BRIAN
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