Flourish

I am not a rose on parade

for your viewing pleasure

a treasure to be kept

under lock and key.

I am meant to be touched

softness under your fingertips

curves to be mapped

a scent to be savoured

a mind to be explored

thoroughly.

I am not delicate.

I am lush and vivid

with a colour that lasts longer

than first blush.

I will not wilt without the sun.

I will not thirst without the rain.

I will flourish

again and again

through each weathering storm,

a rose

in winter.

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr

Empty forests

The empty forests of my mind

Are filled with trees that touch the sky

With dappled shade and secrets

And beginnings and ends

Of boughs and branches

Filled with thoughts and plans

Ones that I’ve had

And ones that are in bloom

But there are others

Those that are in their infancy

Newly seeded

Awaiting optimum conditions

And time

For growth

The sun, the rain, the air, the soil

Working together

Bringing to fruition

This vivid and verdant path

That I am meant to walk upon

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph by SirenSong1208

Not a girl of summer

I am not a girl of Summer

though the sea runs through my veins

and I would happily swim from dawn to dusk.

I am not a Coppertone baby with flowing yellow hair

golden strands gleaming in the sun

a perfection of tan skin and white smiles.

I am a girl of Autumn, of Winter

burnished leaves and snowy landscapes 

my favourite haunts

books and fires and sweaters and long walks 

my pleasures.

I am the pale girl

with hair the brown of a sable coat

soft and rich and full of depth.

But it is when its copper threads catch the sun

unexpectedly 

that you get a hint of 

the fiery and passionate nature

oft hidden 

revealed to very few

known only to one

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

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Revisiting a milestone

Much can happen in a year.

I have never been afraid of getting older.  In fact, over the last few years I felt I had become a better version of myself.  In every way. I was finally comfortable in my own skin, confident in myself and what I knew I offered to those closest to me and to the world at large.

But this has been an extraordinarily hard year.  On many fronts.  And I feel it.  It’s taken its toll.  It seems I have been cast upon a new and unwieldy sea.  Currents that I used to navigate with ease I am finding to be more treacherous, and challenging, to manoeuvre upon.

I struggle with hope and optimism, with the actions of others, but the one thing I know I can count on, can always rely upon, is my own strength, is my belief in myself. 

I wrote the following at the start of this year and I thought it was appropriate to this post:

There are those times that you take stock of yourself

Ticking off what is important

And what is not

I’m not young or beautiful

But I am so much more than the skin I am in

I am the sum total of all my years

I am wisdom

I am kindness

I am compassion

I am humour

I am love

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

 

 

Violin

I am the sweet strains of a violin.

Pure

gentle

poignant with longing

aching with want.

My voice found

as the bow slides across the strings

slowly.

I sway

I bend

I reach toward you

feeling every emotion

every movement 

within me.

Curves and lines become chords in this song of passion.

A song which stirs your desire

when you are alone with your thoughts

thoughts of me

in the heat of the night.

You feel my surrender to you

in this dance of abandon

as I match the music’s melodic rise and fall

note for note

as I give everything

as I become one with that single note

that reverberates within you.

Yours

Yours

Yours

:

©SirenSong1208

Image taken from Pinterest

 

 

 

 

Not a girl of Summer

I am not a girl of Summer

though the sea runs through my veins

and I would happily swim from dawn to dusk.

I am not a Coppertone baby with flowing yellow hair

golden strands gleaming in the sun

a perfection of tan skin and white smiles.

I am a girl of Autumn, of Winter

burnished leaves and snowy landscapes 

my favourite haunts

books and fires and sweaters and long walks 

my pleasures.

I am the pale girl

with hair the brown of a sable coat

soft and rich and full of depth.

But it is when its copper threads catch the sun

unexpectedly 

that you get a hint of 

the fiery and passionate nature

oft hidden 

revealed to very few

known only to one

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

Too long

It has been too long

since I’ve felt the sea salt breeze upon my face

and skittering through my long, dark hair.

It has been too long

since I’ve tasted the tang of the ocean

upon my tongue

and felt the surf rushing up against my legs.

It has been too long

since I’ve been by the sea.

My soul is aching for it.

My need fierce. 

Such is how it is with me.

A girl with the ocean running through her veins

cannot be without it for long. 

And it has been years. 

I am wilting amid this landlocked life. 

At times undone by it

and searching for another breath,

breaths easily taken

were I to be by the sea.

My need for sea and silence growing

every year

as I change

and evolve

into more me

than I’ve ever been.

The girl with the sea 

in her soul.

:

©SirenSong1208

Image taken from White Noten