Siren Whispers

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Scent of forever



Ireland, June 2016

Though I am captivated by it’s rolling hills

verdant knolls in varied shades of luxuriant green

where there is history under every footfall

it is the sound of the ocean’s crash beyond me

and the scent of forever on the wind

that enthrals me

that rejuvenates my soul

and I exhale with longing

to always be this close

to my beloved sea.


*The longing for the sea is a constant, never ebbing.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photographs taken by SirenSong1208


The cliffs

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Ireland, 2014

She walked the cliffs

High above the sea.

The path covered in the verdant green of summer

Dotted with gorse and heather

Ancient stones alluding to another life

Another world.

She inhaled the salty air

Letting it fill her lungs

And let the sound of waves against rock

Fill her ears.

The smells and sounds

Affecting her like no other.

She sat and surveyed the infinite expanse of blue-green in front of her

Watching as the white tipped waves raced toward the shore.

He was in her mind as she sat there

At what felt like the top of the world

Feet dangling over the side

Silent in all but thought

Watching the surf dance and froth.

She wished he was there

To join her in this quiet veneration

Of the sea.

She longed to sit close to him

Thigh to thigh

Her head upon his shoulder

His arm pulling her close

Into his side.

Absorbing the light, the sounds, the smells


For with this kinship that they feel

With the sea

Words are not needed

When souls speak.

Photographs taken by sirensong1208

**This is meant to be a companion piece to my most recently re blogged “I will see you”…


Bray Head

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Bray Head, Ireland

A hike to the top of the world

Or so it seemed

Blue green expanse of sea spread out before me

I sat on the rocky hillside and enjoyed the silence

The vastness

How small I felt

But how thrilled to be so close

Sitting at the edge

Looking down at the rocks and swirling water below

I knew if I moved the wrong way

I could fall

But I moved ever closer to the edge

Wanting, somehow

To be part of it all

Not just a spectator

To become the element


Photos taken by sirensong1208


Powerscourt Waterfall

Powerscourt Waterfall, County Wicklow, Ireland

Height is 121 metres and it is the highest waterfall in Ireland

Photos by sirensong1208

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Unexpected Treasures

I am fascinated by 

The roll of the tide

As it comes in

The blue-green waves

Churning up the sand


Pushing forgotten shells

To the surface

And unexpected treasures

Are found

Photo by sirensong1208

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Cliffs of Moher

Cliffs of Moher

The siren waits

Long, dark hair whipping in the wind

Her song echoing

Amongst the Cliffs

Calling her lover

Back to her

Photo by sirensong1208