Siren Song – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

Salt stiffened, her wings don’t lift
except pinwheeling feathers
caught helter-skelter by sea breeze,
sun bleached and lichen lined.
Watches for the hands rising,
faces breaking among shallows,
hope and desperation.
She sings for them.
Caged in her cove, she sings.

A Pygmalion Girl #WeekendWritingPrompt

Why do that to yourself?

Play around with perfection,

even if it was only skin deep,

and the smoothness of these curves

turned your stomach at night,

when dusk settles its hands

either side of your hips,

presses into the grooves

where his tools worked you

into beauty.

Mounted you his sculpture

for all men to see.

Do you not appreciate how

his love made you

into a woman worth seeing?

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Blood Always Comes With Birth #WeekendWritingPrompt

How even when we whispered it

there was someone shushing

our small mouths

with calloused fingers.

Pressing the words back inside

as if they were Ouranos

horror struck but what we birthed

in those terrible, unspeakable words.

Filling our bellies

with ideas we were not allowed

to give life to.

Until we burst from the ineffable

and held it screaming

before their faces.

Made them look

at what we’d made.

 

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A Life Like Helios #DVersePoets #Quadrille

I followed your path,

at a distance.

You like the sun,

or any volatile star

burning a streak

towards the horizon.

A scorching vision

to those of us

watching, waiting.

Aware

that you would set

before us.

Terrified of dusk.

Sensing its arrival

anyway.

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Megaera – #NaPoWriMo #EarlyBirdPrompt

They name me

jealous one.

Plait snake through my hair,

till it rises about my shoulders

a mane of venom.

 

Perhaps this is true enough.

 

They say I crush men,

the ones who come to me

through their own will

and actions.

Lay the cruelty of betrayal

at my feet.

 

I am not my sisters,

blood avenger, unceasing

in pursuit.

I am an emotion painted

upon every action

I set forth.

 

I am furious and bright,

burning beyond recognition

till they shield their eyes

and call me ugly.

 

I am a woman of power.


 



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I’m so excited that it’s NaPoWriMo again and I get to drive in with the Early Bird Prompt. For anyone who doesn’t know what NaPoWriMo is, it’s an annual poetry challenge that takes place over April. The idea is to write a poem a day for all of April, resulting in 30 poems in total. (31 if you include the Early Bird Prompt). The NaPoWriMo site provides prompts if you want to use them but the main idea is to just sit down and write every day, in very much the same way as NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).

If you’re interested then click the badge above to check out the website and then crack open those pens and pads. There is poetry waiting to be written.