Siren Whispers

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A low growl

It was unexpected

and anonymous,

but anything but quiet,

as it arrived with a low growl

that reverberated against my ribs…

like a prisoner banging a cup against bars

or a storm descending with ferocity.

My mind raced with fervent thoughts,

my pulse sprinting toward some unknown finish line,

until I was breathless with the endeavour,

my skin flushed with an awareness

as the seams of my composure


one stitch

at a time.


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Dusk speaks

Dusk speaks to me in silent whispers,

capturing my attention

like a finger dragged along the spine.

My senses sharpen

as the quiet takes precedence

over the lush sounds of day.

Unbound and free

my mind becomes loud,

though I say not a word.

My fingers run over the page

bringing forth

what lurked beneath the placid surface,

with nary a ripple to be seen

until twilight embraced me

and made me her own.


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Memories in the ashes

I will not sift through the memories in the ashes,

in hopes of finding a remnant 

of what once was.

An image of unadulterated joy.

A steppingstone to more.

For the bridge crossed no divide,

it was a path to nowhere,

so I lit the match

and watched it burn.


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it is symbiotic

this need

giving and taking

letting desires unfurl naturally

without agenda or design

words left to linger in thoughts

accelerant to dreams

where lust is rough

and thorough

as he bends me over his desk

my dress bunched up around my waist

his hand upon the small of my back

I feel the press of the wood against my belly

and the press of him against my thighs

my body is on fire

every nerve ending alive and firing

there is tenderness

but in moments such as these

when need is raw and powerful

he shows me just how he craves me

what he can give me

and with it

how my body aches

for all that he is


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Letting go

Letting go isn’t giving up. It isn’t failing. It’s making an investment in your future. But we get stuck, do we ever. We cling to that which isn’t making us better, or whole. We do this because we still love the other person, or we’re scared, or nostalgic, or stubborn, or many other reasons. The why isn’t important, it’s what you do after you understand the why that matters.

It takes enormous effort to make that decision, to take those first steps and embark upon that path. But once you get over the pain of ripping off the band aids you have painstakingly applied for years, it becomes freeing. And that is a surprise itself.

Amid the pain and sadness, and yes, grieving, there is a lightness. Perhaps it is confidence that the right decision has been made, or maybe it’s because we are no longer in limbo. Going through each day, seeing a very different future on the horizon, but taking no steps toward it weighed us down. Our progress was inhibited. There was no forward momentum. When you are stuck like that, feelings fester and feel tight beneath the skin.

Letting go is hard and often it is a decision you know must be made, but reconciling heart and head can take time. We step around the minefields, we navigate our pain, until we know we are strong enough to tackle it head on. And when that happens, we loosen the tether that has held us in place, that has kept us from living our lives fully. There is a freedom in realizing and believing that within every ending is a new beginning.


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I watch and wait.

Precision is key.

Enchantment surrounds you

with such subtlety.

My spell cast with perfection,

more focus than lark.

You don’t know you are lost in its throes,

kneeling to worship 

the magic I weave,

an enticement

you dare not ponder,

nor ever desire

to leave. 


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