Click here for audio
He said her eyes were exceptional,
like her.
Beautiful and bewitching,
the kind that made you look
and look again,
only longer.
Eyes the color of the sea
when it’s a swirling mass
of wave and water,
the deep
churned up to reveal
what is below the surface.
Windows to her soul?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But these eyes,
he knew,
were a tempest
framed by sooty lashes,
and he always loved a good storm.
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
The day winds down
Silence
Deeply welcome to this mind of mine
Constantly thinking and overthinking
I watch the weather change
Blue sky filled with sun and wispy white clouds
Becoming sullen
As though contemplating the coming week
A storm is approaching
I sit alone
Feet tucked under me
Watching
Waiting
Thinking
Dreaming
I imagine what it would be like to watch the storm
From within the circle of your arms
As we lay together in bed
Shoulder to shoulder
Hip to hip
Not an inch between us
And as the heavens open
And the rain starts to dance against the windowpane
I imagine turning to you
My body pressed to yours
As we dance
Along with the rain
:
Copyright © SirenSong1208
All rights reserved
Photo taken from Pinterest, unsourced
I am calm seas
basking
in the warmth of your sun.
Waiting for your storm to erupt,
to challenge my currents
and to beautify my waves
with white-capped crescents.
I am waiting
for this
to become
elemental.
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photograph taken from Tumblr
It was unexpected
and anonymous,
but anything but quiet,
as it arrived with a low growl
that reverberated against my ribs…
like a prisoner banging a cup against bars
or a storm descending with ferocity.
My mind raced with fervent thoughts,
my pulse sprinting toward some unknown finish line,
until I was breathless with the endeavour,
my skin flushed with an awareness
as the seams of my composure
unravelled
one stitch
at a time.
:
Copyright © SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
*Apologies for the poor quality of the photograph.
Within the shadow
Of the storm
This tempest’s brew
Forget me not
For I am
At once
the waves that crash
With ferocity
Upon your silent shore
And the safe harbor
You plot your course to
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Artwork by Nikolena Petolas
Raindrops have their own music
In this symphony of rain
The initial movement is undoubtedly
Allegro agitato
The rain
Fast and angry
Making a statement
Making an entrance
This eases into andante
But the rain
When there is a storm
Never starts with one tempo and ends with another
There is a continual accelerando and ritardando
Fast
Slow
Fast
Slow
Until the heavens empty of their anger
The sky clears
And the sun comes out
:
*Written two years ago but as I watch and wait for the rain it seemed a perfect time to repost.
©SirenSong1208
Photo taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
A storm rages within her.
It is the color of a wind tossed sea.
Blues and greens and greys
churned together.
A fervid
and violent ache
that seems to shout to the heavens
and yet
the thunder in her heart
is softly expressed
a gentle whisper
that only he
can hear.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
