Tail Woman

Guess what creature this is about.

Pulled under the water,

By someone I don't know.

I catch a glimpse of redness;

And a golden, shimmery glow.

 

A fish, mayhap--a large one,

With flesh I've seen before.

My fingers touch something familiar;

And now I'm dying to know more.

 

Fluidity unbeknownst to me,

Swift movements of a tail.

Encirling me like I'm pray;

My nervous arms and legs flail.

 

I hear a laugh behind me,

And a strong grip upon my arm.

After the giggle follows the words,

"Be still; I meant no harm."

 

A finger on my lips,

Two golden eyes bore into my own;

And though I am so close to drowning,

I have never felt so close to home.

 

Her beauty does not cease to astound me;

Her plump lips and golden curls.

Suddenly, I am convinced;

She is what I've wanted from so many girls.

 

I try to swim up to the water,

To stay alive, and then with her forever;

But her grip is not releasing,

And I have never been too clever.

 

"Why would you leave me?",

She whimpers, putting an ache inside my heart;

"Do you not love me, as I love you?

Would you desire us to be apart?"

 

Her lips press down on mine

In a soft, yet hungry fahsion;

On my behalf, I was quite eager,

Vying for her passion.

 

But darkness is coming too quicky,

And I'm struggling now to breathe.

Her tongue is down my throat,

As if begging me not to leave.

 

My body is sagging and limping,

With scarce breath in either lung;

And now I understand,

Why I should have run away when she sung...

 

Author's Note

Siren!

Reviews

[dreamerloverfighter]

I saw a "Doctor Who" episode about sirens (don't mind my nerdiness) and you really captured the whole picture of the allurance, not being able to pull away. The cruel sensuality and horrifying beauty. I was so very delighted by this take on the subject. I think your rhymes really keep the poem rolling, making everything into a rhythm. Very easy to understand that way. I appreciate that.
I
Freaking
Love
You

[Samuel Dickens]

The end of many a salty sailor. I love a good sea-farin' tale. (Ex-sailor that I am) A good one, Viki.

[Viki Rachel]

So happy to see your reviews once again! thank you, Sam!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

the attraction of the sirens is strong. all those things we love that will destroy us one way or another. we know the truth, but still long to hear the siren's song.
i loved the poem. it was wonderfully done. flowed beautifully. and struck a chord with me.

[dieuxsansculte]

Excellent.

I was baffled (and wanting badly to find out) until the very last line, and then the truth dawned on me.

About that last line, though, the correct verb form would be: "should have run" (pardon me for being a grammar Nazi.)

I've used the metaphor of the siren's song in a couple of my writes. I find the power of the image to be very compelling, and I enjoyed the way you treated the subject.

[Collette Paige]

i was enthralled by the beggining! you kept it descriptive and fluid! how do you have such choice of words? I don't think I'll ever know.

One of you're longest, one of your most descriptive, one of your best!

[Angel's Lady]

Ah, but don't we all love sirens? To be captured, held without restraints, isn't that, after all is said and done, the essence of love? ^_' Well, love love love this poem!

[shelbylugal]

AH! Such a perfect poem of how sirens are perceived! Singing their lovely song, luring the men on boats just to pull them to their deaths below the sea! I'm writing a book about mermaids (Somewhat a relative of the sirens) so this gave me great inspiration. I wouldn't change a thing!