Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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They will go without me, to this place I grew to love. Rugged and wild, it spoke to my deep-seated need to be by the sea; to feel her power and her fury, watching her in awe from a distance.

My children will hike to the top of Bray Head and sit and marvel at the Irish Sea, knowing I am across the water looking back at them from my own perch. But I will miss that hike, through the woods, cool and dark but dappled with occasional sunlight. Eventually we’d make our way out into the open, looking down at the town and looking up to see the cross at the very top of the mountain. A place of pilgrimage.

These memories are vivid, stacked upon each other from each year we created them. A tradition. Each visit different and yet the same. The path was well-worn and my feet knew every inch of it. I never looked down to see where I was going, my eyes were far too busy looking around me to see if anything had changed; drinking in the view as if it were the last time. Two years ago it was. I knew it then and every moment was bittersweet. I devoured those days and I hold them close now. I might return, but not in the same way. This year I will not sit high atop that mountain with the sea hundreds of feet below me. Draped in blessed silence and reverence. White tipped waves rushing over the blue green like horses. I will not take the path along the cliff walk to Greystones, my heart swelling with every step as I am bracketed by the sea to my left and verdant hills alive with gorse on my right.

I will not make those memories this year. I will make new ones. My own.

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Come closer

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Come closer

Find me

Light having been leavened

Where darkness had abruptly fallen

A path cleared

On two fronts

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Come closer

Find me

Upon the path this maze of words you’ve created

Has left me

Adorned with memories

Dressed with your signature

Formed with touchstones

You know I will recognise

.

Come closer

Find me

See my words

Hear my voice

Come closer

And touch me

In all the ways

That we know

That we’ve shared

That we adore

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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings

as unintentional memories

are found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays

clinging to the paper,

the creases telling a tale of yearning

and regard,

when words were the currency

of our affections

and the way we held each other close

through the night.

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Words become gravestones

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Words become gravestones

To memories

A cemetery never visited

The flowers wilted upon the grave

Of forgotten love

Silence

A grey mist that saturates

Emotions sealed up

In a casket

Lined with what could have been’s

As muffled lamentations

Fill the air

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©SirenSong1208 – 2017

Photograph by SirenSong1208


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Come closer

aFullSizeRender

Come closer

Find me

Light having been leavened

Where darkness had abruptly fallen

A path cleared

On two fronts

.

Come closer

Find me

Upon the path this maze of words you’ve created

Has left me

Adorned with memories

Dressed with your signature

Formed with touchstones

You know I will recognise

.

Come closer

Find me

See my words

Hear my voice

Come closer

And touch me

In all the ways

That we know

That we’ve shared

That we adore

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.

 


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Lost

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Autumn leaves.

Their fiery beauty the setting

to an unwanted separation.

A cold blast of winter air

settled around my shoulders

and froze the tears

upon my cheeks.

The world tilted upon its axis

and I spilled off

into the black abyss.

His touch

hidden from my heart.

Secret longing kept buttoned

under my winter coat

as I walked miles

lost in our memories.

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*Written for PoemTrail on Twitter; Prompts in bold

©SirenSong1208

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Lonely nights…

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Lonely nights

Can be pitch black

The echo of memories

Coming alive in the night

A silent torture

In the quiet of her room

The sheets tangled

As her body burns

With a fever

She cannot

Abate

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*A repost from last year because this steamy summer day reminded me of this type of fever…

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