This poem, 'The Sound of Siren', is an ode to the Feminine and an attempt to rectify some bad press bandied about down the ages.
The Sound of Siren
Go to her now
her name is Siren
she’s waiting for you
on her bed of roses
you’ll know her
my sister Siren
by the peace in her eyes
and her golden fleece hair
she’s gentle
our lovely Siren
as fair as pastel morning
sea air
she won’t harm you
no, not Siren
if you’re noble and brave
she’ll lift the mist
and save you for love
so don’t pay any heed
to those tales about Siren
few sailors have known
the truth
of her
She searches for a lifetime
of kisses to share
for some
for most
it’s too much
to bare
what a shame
to miss the chance
to go soaring
and how Siren can
soar
I’ve just come from Siren
she’s been asking
for you
she calls you
her Little Boy Blue
you’ll find her at dusk
down by the water
her favourite time
all to herself
plucking her harp
joining reflections
the Goddess has given
permission
to play
Please stay with her
soft sweet Siren
she’ll blend to your soul
she speaks for beauty
and it’s you
yes you
to whom she’s been singing
Siren told me to tell you
to listen
She searches for a lifetime
of kisses to share
for some
for most
it’s too much
to bare
what a shame
to miss the chance
to go soaring
and how Siren can
soar
Listen
for the sound
of Siren
she asked me to tell you
she’s been set free
© Anne Beverly Brown - 1987
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