A Siren Song
A narrow path,
falling rock,
shards of shale
more marked
than the darkness.
Rushing water,
side lies
the road,
belies the trail,
steals my soul.
Icy spray
upon my face
a bed of pine
beneath my feet,
the siren weeps.
Bent in sway
the river calls;
I dip, I dive deep,
beyond swimming,
this release.
This IS about suicide... right? That last stanza seems to seal it so. You may enjoy my "Lord and Lady Shade" and "Nosferatu Aeterna".
Nicely done,
Hanley
"A Siren Song"
The serenity is marvelous, an enjoyable read!
Thank you for sharing,
Gwendolyn
Peace & Blessings,
Carolyn
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Gary
Fee
~~martin~~
A great feel of liberation runs through the thread of this gorgeous and succinct poem
Peter