The sirens lament01:14 Nov 06 2016
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the Siren sits forlorn amidst the humid, cloying spray, her song stoic, yet melancholy.
Her thoughts focused, yet aimless...a pirate's livelihood, the foremost of her efforts.
Everything she does she does for him...
the Siren's joy, her suffrage, contented...in her self-assigned lonely role as the warm, bright beacon...leading him along his path.
the Siren's tune...atonal to her own ears, calls to the world...
She coasts, sways, and twirls amidst the currents.
Wayward, damaged, needy souls lapping at the Siren's feet...desperately clawing, gripping, trying in vain to gain purchase...pull her down, drag her into the tumultuous, hungry grasp of the undertow...
While the Siren's beauty is striking and exhillarating...a true blow to the hearts of those that see her, want her, need her...she shrugs off the flowery, honeyed words...like so many sweet, empty, breaths...
Wraps herself in a blackened shroud...trying in vain to dim her inner glow...snuff the ember...suffocate it into darkness' embrace. Girding herself for the journies alone...
the Siren's flippant, aggressive, sarcastic, vitrolic nature and temperament...dissuading others from seeing that she is more than a myth,
more than a beacon on the horizon,
more than a devoted,caring, consumate guide,
That beneath the barbs, beneath the salt, beneath her piercing gaze...lies a woman like any other, faulted, imperfect, in need of a tender kiss, a caring...sensual touch.
For even though she offers herself up, restrained amongst the rocky shoreline...for the waves to rapturously crash over her at their own whim, their own pace...
The thing the Siren desires is to feel the waters tenderly caress her flesh, in contrast with their harsh hits, savage blows as they leech from her what they desire...
leaving her raw,
leaving her dry,
leaving her panting,
The soft caress...forgotten with the ebbing of the tide, leaving her questioning herself...as the passions flee,
Replaced with jealousies,
Replaced with the need for conformity... "become what I want, or you are no longer what I need..." Mistaken by lesser folk as something mishapen...half-formed, in need of completion...but not perfection in itself...
While she longs for the touch, the heart, the love of total acceptance...her charge refocuses her wayward thoughts...
the Siren leads her pirate through the shallows,
through the narrows,
out to the freedom and embrace of open waters...
Her tune whimsical, loving, uplifting, accepting...
She turns to face the winds, throws her arms wide as she smiles into the rising sun....
COMMENTS
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sippa
12:22 Nov 09 2016
i love the imagery you portray