Siren's Song

Siren's Stare by sanguisGelidus

I am called Monster

Murderess

but I am no different than anyone or

anything else

Mortal women bleed,

 breed
I swim

I sing

Do you blame the songbird

for the song?

It is his Nature

Time was, I had feathers too

A beautiful gown of feathers,stolen
for another's crown

But my voice is mine

I sing my Nature

Do you blame the flame

when the moth burns?

Do you blame the spider

for the sticky web?

Yet you blame my song

Blame me

Blame my Nature

for Man's weakness

If you cannot be

in the presence of sublime beauty

without being destroyed

I am not the one

to blame.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard With Izy, To Monster With Love

Mask

source

mASK me

I can be anyone you want, just

mASK me

I can be naughty or nice

Sweet or nasty

Your angel or

your whore

It's really all the same

Trick

Treat me however you wish

Pretend you don't know my name

Know my shame vanishes under the mask

So mASK me.

submitted (late, sorry!) for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Masks

inspired by a glance around our local Halloween costume store in the Women's section, where every costume, it seemed, was overtly sexual and provocative

Bloom

I planted oleander along the path to my door
You plucked one
and tucked it behind your ear

You made a bouquet
of the marigolds and tulips
and tossed it into the air; it became
sunlight

In my window box, love lies bleeding
You planted snowdrops
to stanch the blood

You stood with me
beneath the willow's branches
and waited
until the rain stopped
and the sun dripped on us
like warm, sweet butter.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry's Wed. Challenge, The Language of Flowers


key to flower symbolism:

oleander - warning
marigold - grief, pain
yellow tulip - hopeless love
love lies bleeding (amaranthus) - hopelessness
snowdrop - hope, consolation
willow - sadness

Two Tanka

Fall leaves red as blood
Cling to branches like pin pricks
Biding time until
Heavy, they drop to the ground
Pooling in crimson puddles.

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The cherry blossoms
Hold spring in their clenched, pink fists
The essence of hope
Released in falling petals
Soft and shy as new love's blush.


submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, My Thoughts onTanka, Pt. 2