Unheard, unsung songs of her,
lurk on the ocean
floor,
under the curls of tides,
her salty tears hide,
within the white foam,
she swirls and roams.
Who is she?
whose songs drift hither and thither,
echoing the vast
blue.
On the days of full
moon,
when ocean waves
dance,
the unknown woman of
the sea,
can be seen swaying
in the waves.
Is she a mermaid, a siren
or a selkie?
whose songs drift hither and thither,
echoing the vast
blue.
For
https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/23/poetics-sounding-the-siren/
14 comments:
This is a beautiful rendering of the magic of the sea. I think we have all heard those voices calling.
Nicely done, Vandana! I love the ‘curls of tides’ and the mermaid songs ‘echoing the vast blue’.
This is a little bit of magic.
Very nicely done. I can see how men at sea for days at a time could conjure up this interesting imaginings!
whose songs drift hither and thither, echoing the vast blue.
love that line
I like this!
Love this. The sea is always, ever a mystery. So much, so deep, that we cannot see or understand.
Your mermaid almost feels like a lost little ghost. So beautiful...
Mysterious but alluring woman.
A lovely fantasy. Listening deeply i am sure i would hear the sounds we write of
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Muchđź’–love
...and don't we all love the mystery of the mermaids, selkies and even Nessie, the Loch Ness monster!!
This is lovely. I wish I could write verse like you.
Beautiful!
Love your poem it flows beautifully!
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