Siren Song
Shipwrecked women call inside me.
Siren song
thru fog-filled nights.
Stranded on the islands in my soul.
Rocky crags
formed long ago
from the pieces of my hardened heart
left far behind
by different men.
Indifferent men.
And a woman
that I was then
hauls herself up after the storm
wet and shaking.
She clings to the little pieces of solid hurt
all that's left
to hang on to.
Different island-clumps of pain.
Different women perched on each.
Still they sing there in my soul.
I hear them well on moon-dark nights.
Is it men
or is it me
they hope to lure?
To crash against the submerged rocks
and dash the brains to bits.
Siren song within my soul.
Copyright © 1995-2009 Leahsandra Powell
