The Siren Song

Elegance conceals an eventful past

 

Please evade the siren song,
Elude her capture,
Alluring,
Strong.

I’ve been caught before today,
Ensnared, hooked, netted,
The whetted
Way.

Enraptured by the promise,
Mesmerised by sound,
The tightly bound
Reprise.

Trapped within that sacred turning,
Basking in the glow,
My heart flowed
Burning.

I dropped down through darkened depths,
Following the lure,
Drowning in pure
Breath.

Croons swayed soft from almond eyes,
Dripping on my heart,
Tears that no part
Dries.

Listen, love, and set me free,
Trust in your allure,
Forever
Holding me.

Then
I can sing,
Fly on freedom’s wings,
And through death our hearts enthrone.

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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Spiders Web

spiders web 2 - jan 9 2015

Spider webs come dilly-dally,
Spread themselves from limb to limb,
Climbing tree, fording valley,
Forming traps so neat and trim.

Flimsy looking lace,
Filmed in its own lure,
Naked in the breadth of face,
To all but light obscure.

Rain, or dew, in rivulets,
Racing sinewy length,
Pour together in droplets,
Cling to self for strength.

Then slowly, oh so slowly, as gravity pulls its way,
They start to slide from the sticky strand
In cohesion find their sway,
With weightless being edge their fall,
And plunge away, away.

Vibrant strands of spindly steel,
Vibrating with release,
Capture fast the ladies meal,
Riding on the breeze.

Trapped beyond its sense to free,
Tranced in sticky silence,
Struggling hard, it cannot see,
Wrapped within its island.

Skittering along the strands,
Scattering more drops,
Feeling movement through her land,
Comes the Lady to claim her lot.

Greedily spinning her prey,
Grooming it for later need,
She leaves and picks her way
To yesterdays catch to feed.

Beautiful silky nets,
Being the way they are,
Catch many who regret,
The lure of a brighter star.

spiders web - jan 9 2015

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