Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Saturation of memory

It caught us
unawares. It was unexpected,
a summer shower that cooled off all
but our desire.
My dress, ivory with an array of tiny purple flowers
was thin, and saturated
with the deluge …


Published on Medium: Assemblage by Loose Words

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©2022 Christine Kelly

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New publication

I am proud and honored to have two poems published in an anthology on strong women. The anthology, published in June of 2022, includes poetry from across the globe, from females and males alike.

Here is an excerpt from one of my poems:

Choosing Myself

Love,
unmarred by time or quarrel, is patient
and blind,
to red flags fluttering in the wind.
It’s easy to lose yourself, be diminished
by another’s perception and resentment.
Days turn to months, to years; you exist
moment to moment, hoping
if you try hard enough it will get better.
It never does.

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Shadows Fall

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In the silence of the room
vinyl crackles
like some distant message
over a wireless radio. The piano plays
and shadows fall
upon me, the wall, the day.
Twilight beckons,
with fingers of light, its seduction of me
is complete …


Published on Medium: Assemblage by Loose Words

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Briars

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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

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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings,
unintentional memories
found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays
clinging to the paper


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

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©2020 Christine Kelly

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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
smothers
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
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Writing true

Sometimes
writing is like slipping
off your clothes 
in the waning light of day.
Effortless
exhalation on a sigh.
Most often it is retching
in solitude, a heaving up
of your insides.
Results that are never pretty,
generally painful
but necessary …


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

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Her Truth

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She is quiet
even when speaking.

With much going on beneath the surface
it’s the things she doesn’t say
you need to take heed of,
for the secrets to her are locked up
within those silences


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

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©2019 Christine Kelly All Rights Reserved

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Like Air, I’ll Rise

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Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek …

 


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

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Inhabited

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He finds she lingers
like woodsmoke on a winter’s night.
A scent at once
pleasing
pungent
with memories he pulls close;
remembrance sinking its claws in
deep …

 


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

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©2020 Christine Kelly All Rights Reserved

Photograph: my own