Siren Whispers

Siren Song




Some labyrinths are found in our minds.
Instead of leafy verdant cover,
binding as steel but soft
beneath the fingers we trail over it,
this boundary is rough. Hewn
from thickets grown of time
and pain. Notched ridges made smooth,
relentless touch a marker of my journey.
I seek reprieve
and escape from what I’ve known.
Prudence mislaid, I stumble
through the warren of my thoughts …

Published on Medium: Assemblage by Loose Words

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©2020 Christine Kelly

Photo by Eric Muhr on Unsplash


The ticking of silence

The mind becomes a ticking
time bomb, silence
settling like a fog.
Questions have no answers
and the weight of every one of them
what you do have.
You cannot breathe, for the journey
your mind takes you on
a whirlwind of emotions
you run down rabbit holes
better suited to a tale of Alice
and the person you wish to be
is masked
by this temporary madness …

Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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©2020 Christine Kelly
All Rights Reserved.

Photograph by the author



I’m good, really.


I’m good, really.

     Maybe I’m just an outlier in this divorce game   

It most definitely is not a game, but for years I wore a game face. I was that person who kept it all bottled inside — the fear, the rage, the sadness, the confusion, the loneliness. But to everyone, I was good. I was fine. To the naked eye a placid lake, yet a churning sea underneath …


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Brandi Redd on Unsplash




And so it is that even when we are fully grown, well into adulthood, our hearts are still growing and learning.

Learning lessons we never thought we would need to learn, but finding a breath of life in that education, and feeling a youth in that rebirth.

We wonder if we may finally get it right, if we may know, at last, that path we need to traverse. We look for kindred souls, knowing that similarities are what bind us and make us strong, even in tumultuous times. We seek those who we can walk side by side with, not to be led by, but to journey with.

There is a peace that comes with this knowledge as well as a racing of the pulse, as though we are at the starting line, waiting for the gun to go off, and the race to begin.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2018

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced





Dreams are an escape.

They provide us a way to cope with a monotone life.

One we are indentured to.

One we have been imprisoned within

by ourselves, or by others.

But dreams are also a journey

a fantastical, adventurous trip.

A path to nowhere,

and everywhere.

We never know whether the line will be straight and true

toward the fulfilment of that dream

or if the way will be mired in confusion, loss, fear, anger, 

those times when the dream is lost.

I adore the dream.

The dream is a lifeboat

for when the seas are rough and we need something to cling to.

The dream

is the burning light upon the horizon

the glorious sunrise we awaken to each day

the focus that keeps our feet upon the path

that keeps our hearts strong.

The dream

is our gift

to ourselves.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Artwork taken from Tumblr


You are…


You are the craving

that I never want to sate


You are the book

I never want to finish


You are the journey

that I never want to end



Photograph taken from Pinterest

**Reposting this as Word Press went a bit wonky and showed it as posted 10 months ago.




What is hidden?

There is the public face and the private one. 

Those parts of ourselves that we share


The pieces that don’t raise eyebrows

or cause fingers to be pointed.

The safe pieces.

The ones that grant us acceptance

in the world we inhabit.

And then there are the pieces that we keep hidden

sometimes even from ourselves.

Those that cause us the most confusion and consternation.

How can we describe them

explain them to others

if we cannot do so to ourselves…

It is often only when those parts

we have so cleverly hidden

have been recognised by another

that we begin to understand our own depth

we accept the journey that we are on

and we embrace our future.



Artwork by Casey Baugh




Escape can be temporary.

Like a holiday

or losing oneself

in the pages of a good book.

I wanted to escape with you.

In my mind.

In my soul.

Not a temporary escape

but flight that would take me

where I had never been before.

That would release me

from the chains I’d bound myself in.

My hand in yours

as I ventured into the unknown

senses alive with possibility.

Heart pounding.

Pulse fluttering.

Not because of the destination

but because of the journey.

With you.



Photograph taken from Pinterest