Siren

A ghost of a woman.

Siren

You returned;

the spectre.

the dark cloaked

promise,

the shadow of love

that will never be,

for it hides the sun beneath a black cape.

Your frailty shackles you

to no man’s land,

where commitment cannot blossom.

The sweet honey

that you offer

is merely black pitch

that will sink me to oblivion.

A raging magma,

a thick hot tar of hope

that will fill my pores

until I cannot breathe.

Until I am drowned in the misery

of your inadequacy.

And yet you are beauty itself,

you are desire,

warm and patient loins

where I would rest forever

in your magnificence.

 

09/12/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Conflicted and angry (angry is a little harsh) ambivalent in love.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes she is ambivalent and I am conflicted lol. Thanks 'M'

[Layi Tate]

Wow..... Deep writing my friend
I'm no critic but in my opinion you have talent :)

[Ruth]

Bloody hell...excuse my language lol A fav ♥

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you dear soul.

[m.s.early]

And so we read on still searching for less-tired phrases then "you are beauty itself". This makes me sure that Bukowski died too soon having never used a phrase that was uttered before him, with too many writers not knowing the value of that. But it is as they say "the way it is".

Not entirely depressing. I mean, it has it's moments... some arguable imagery that stands out above the others. But that's what infatuation does I suppose (to some of us); blinds one until the realization that love was never there, that it was only a fatality of false hope, an illusion manifested by one's own un-discovery of self and a pathetic attempt to substitute another's.

Your cliches mask what would be a brilliant insight into one's immature comprehension of love.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You understimate my insight and my intellegence. But thank you.

[charlie]

"a thick hot tar of hope" - great line!

Siren is the high and low pitch of the strobed way things are manifest, conjured, or otherwise brought into the phenomenology of exhibition, and centres around a carnal crater.

An interesting write, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Charlie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the twists and turns here....you are all about yourself, you can't really love...you are danger personified, and yet your beauty is worth it all, and worth the fall.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jacob you nailed it. Like your new avitar!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks on the avatar!

[Abigail]

Excellent poem! A little creepy for some reason but I loved it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Creepy is interesting? Thank you Abigail.

[The Black Warrior]

Until I am drowned in the misery

of your inadequacy.

And yet you are beauty itself,

you are desire,

warm and patient loins

where I would rest forever

in your magnificence.
^Loved this lines! :D

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Suk

[The Black Warrior]

My pleasure!

[Laura Lynn]

This is a great poem, Sincerely LL

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thank yous LL!