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The Sound of Siren



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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