Syrinx's Sadness

Syrinx's Sadness

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen

Stuck, unable to leave the cocoon.


Syrinx's Sadness

Those Scorpions

sang me an angel

from the land of the morning star.

But my life blood flowed

down regretful cheeks

stinging, salty my sorry soul.

For she was lost in the mists

and no wise man could

give me true counsel,

and ease the pain.

For her wings were wet

with my tears

and she had forgotten

how to rise up.

So there she lay,

a crumpled, sad

nymph upon oaken bark,

and there,

deep in her safe, magic forest,

her final breath

was taken.



© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen

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a sad,lovely tale john,,,,

Posted 9 Months Ago

John Alexander McFadyen

9 Months Ago

Sad indeed Ron and a waste of vibrancy and beauty. many thanks for reading.
Oh, such sadness is portrayed in this very pleasant poem. Unable to take off and flourish! To me this is a metaphore for many a thing we wished to have happened, but which just died like the unfortunate butterfly. And, those scorpions? Were they responsible?

Posted 9 Months Ago

John Alexander McFadyen

9 Months Ago

Thank you AA. Indeed the song still brings tears to my eyes.

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Added on September 20, 2017
Last Updated on September 20, 2017


John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom

Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..