A siren wrapped herself around
My soul, with wickedness she wound
Until I could not make a move
Without her hissing, “I approve.”
She stole my sense of self-esteem
A siren’s son she made me seem
Like Caliban, a shackled slave
As beast, she taught me to behave
She cast no shadow on my path
Invisible - her rage and wrath
No eye could see her fearsome form
Lay still like centre of a storm
Though siren sometimes sang at night
So sweetly, till the day grew light
Same songs she’d sang for sailing men
To lure them t’wards the rocks and then
Bestow on them a seaweed crown
While heaving ocean weighed them down
On shattered ship, with tattered sails
To join the water world of whales
This siren, to myself was wed
With bitter beauty she had bled
Me dry, of goodness, grace and dreams
Seduced me with her subtle schemes
My only hope was that one day
A goddess girl would hear me pray
And pity this poor poet’s plight
Against the siren help me fight!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2018 03:45
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem, dedicated to the goddess girl, who heard my prayer, and rescued me from the sirenās clutches.
- Category: Love
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Blue-eyed Bolla,
Nice pic and I applaud and give a big shout out to the goddess girl for rescuing you!
I enjoyed the read!
~Laura~
Thank you, Laura, yes, she did rescue me. I was over 20 years in captivity and then she returned to set me free. (My own little miracle).
I love miracles...especially your kind!
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