Siren Whispers

Siren Song




Like a wave born of a swell

another year is upon us, racing

to the shore

pulling the remnants of the previous year

away to memory

we bid farewell to the old year

a time of growth


joy and loss

a new year beckons

with the promise a new day brings

tides turning

presenting new opportunities

possibilities to grasp 

with both hands

before they slip away

with the tides…


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Watercolour art by Lia Melia

*May I extend my best wishes for a happy and healthy 2019 to all of you who find the time to read my words, who are generous with support and comments, who I am privileged to call friends. Happy New Year!


News from the front

December 29, 2018

I am thrilled to share that two of my poems, Cerulean Dreams and Tremulous, have been published in the sixth issue of Voice of Eve, an online magazine featuring women writers.

I hope you enjoy!


October 24, 2014

My work can be found within the following publications by Fray’d Tag Publishing under the nom de plume, Sweet Christine. 

Available through

FullSizeRender2The Wood Knots, A Poetry Collection; Published July 2014

FullSizeRenderThe Best of Poetry Project 2014; Published March 2015


My words can also be found on Instagram. Link here. 



He balances

on the edge of my sensuality,

precariously close and yet

too far

breathing in my essence

letting it saturate


allowing my taste 

to settle 

upon his tongue, savoring me

senses alive with




yet not touching

knowing I’d pull him into the flames

with me


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Unravel me

unravel me


fingers plucking edges


unbind my senses


this carefully crafted façade

peeled back

unafraid and curious

the layers beneath, capturing

attention, care taken

as though restoring art

every layer


closer, the hidden

he knows will surpass

what has been



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A Christmas Eve instruction

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Christmas Eve mass.

A time for reflection.

But for her

she was thinking of anything

but the birth of the baby Jesus.

She felt naughty

and alive

for she had been given instruction.

Her eyes danced with mischief.

Her secret

and his.

She knew he must have smiled

as he typed the words

wondering at her reaction

feeling a delicious tug

at the thought of her

doing as he had directed.

Up went her skirt

past the lace top thigh highs

dark against her pale thighs.

She tugged her black lace knickers down.

Off they came and down went the skirt

smoothed along her thighs.

Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex

against the skirt.

It was a first for her

and she found it a most delicious practice.

Every time she crossed her legs

every time she moved

she was aware of her bareness.

She thought of him each time

knew he would be pleased

and this aroused her

as pleasing him always did.

Going to church

would never be the same…


*This is not a new post but has become somewhat of a tradition to post each year at this time. I beg your indulgence for another go ’round.

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Your story


Wrap me in your arms

tell me your story

the guts

the glory

the trials and tribulations

the pain

the sadness

the happiness and joy

I’ll tell you

about the moments that came before you

we can work on

the ones that came after


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No regrets


an end that came too soon

full stop on a sentence


a storied introduction

mix of joy and pain

knowledge found in a glance

soul an open book


reflections of this woman

needs, desires

unknown, unacknowledged

without exploration, risk

a voice would have remained



no regrets in chances

taken, a belonging

monotone shadow lived


cast off

each day painted vivid hues

continue to resonate


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A siren’s fairytale


This girl

never stops imagining.

Heroes and heroines

bitter foils and happy endings.

A knight in shining armor to save the day

or the one to put me in peril.


Wend your way through this rough thicket of life

The vines and thorns that bedevil the path

To find me

Rose red in slumber

Needing your touch to bloom

A kiss to awaken me

To glorious possibility

Or perhaps

I just need you to be the wolf in the woods

Seeking this Red’s tender neck

To bite


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Photograph by Lindsay Steele, Model: Courtney Alexis Cameron


Bow to strings


Violin plays to my soul’s voice.


Your lips find my skin with every note

played, sometimes tenderly

slowly elucidating

notes and feelings drawing

sweetness to the surface

sometimes with an intensity

breathtaking with passion

brooking no resistance

lips to skin

bow to strings


maestro of my body and soul

the song spills from my lips


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my own design

footing lost

fog descends

repetitive motion

every thought


drawn, drowning

sounds of demise

fill my ears

pulled into smothering darkness

unfortunate fantasies

reality compromised

this wake

of dandelion dreams


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