She held a pocket full
of men thick as thieves
men whom worshipped
at her gate
shipped wrecked at the
edge of her beauty
alas these merry men
where all too late
moulds alongside gold
laid scatted at her
tiny bare feet
shape shifters
ghosts swimming in
the misty sea air
sailors with their
battered hearts crushed
against razor sharp rocks
many a tale had been spoken
of the destroyed hearts
which lay broken
at the shoreline of
her scarlet gown
she sang the siren’s song
a wailing into the night
as she stood on the shore
helplessly watching men drown
gifts of diamonds, silver
countlessly disregarded
treasure chests
sharks swimming around
in meaningless cycles
whilst desperately clinging
to her amble breasts
mermaids sang the
siren song
ringing out a warning beware
confess your love for her
our mistress whom is so fair
as she laughs at the sound
of empty trumpets blown
by men whom adore
the lady stood waiting
on a distance shore
a bright new light awakens
she watches its dawning
she shakes her long red
locks of seaweed hair
she entices every man
without a single care
to dance with her
if they dare
to try to capture her
attention
the chains of time
cut deep into her
irony flesh
time was her crime
all she had was time
inside she wore
the siren’s song
saddest notes engraved
upon her lost soul
the constant
relentless remainder
on these reckless shores
she does not belong
imprisoned by a man
who tried to steal her
essence to behold
the rejection of his advances
led to a reduction in
the many chances
she had of growing gracefully old
his wrath placed on her head
he showed her no sympathy
enslaved her onto
the hardest stone
upon the roughest seaside
insisting that she would
remain captive in full sight
a possession held close
to his dark side
possessed by narcissistic
brutal controlling pride
injudicious in his choice
slowly watching
as she died
loneliness her eternal companion
isolation crept into every pore
silent screams
broken dreams
until she could withstand no more
she called upon Neptune
as she heard he was a saviour
punish this King for his
outspoken behaviour
Neptune replied
“Sorry dear, this is not
my plight,
I cannot engage within
your lover’s fight”
“Why not communicate
what it is that you want
I ensure you his rage
is only a front”
“Look behind his mask
he wears it so well
open your heart
thus you break the spell”
as she watch Neptune depart
her own fury raged
how can I love him
when he has me caged
she would not conform
into what he wanted her to be
nor did she understand
why he could not set her free
love is insensitive
love is blind
love is reckless
love is unkind
she held a love for the depth
of the bluest sea
it was a magnificent ocean
she watched its ebb and flow
the waves of its emotion
she decided on that day
that she would rather die
in solitude all alone
than live inside a palace
a million miles from home.
MedusaMoon c2015
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