Posted in Love

The Siren

She was a mermaid,

or perhaps a siren,

for her voice pulled

my heart strings

and her touch

made me sing.

I know not her age,

for I never could

come out of the spell

she’d put on me.

To me she was ageless

and so was our love.

She may have had

many lovers

but I was

her only constant.

She would hold me

against her heart,

and sing

and cry.

For decades,

or centuries perhaps,

I’m hers,

as she’s mine.



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

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