A ruinous siren flies
on floss-flecked limbs,
dagger tucked
´neath scarlet sash …
tossing mirth in fading day;
hurtling bursts clear waves,
reaching the fresh solar shore;
she turns her gaze toward
innocence as solemn music fades
The words don't fit. They rarely do.
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spooky, feels like a science fiction landscape
Seems that is where the words took me after a couple of tries, Janet.
I like “floss flecked” limbs, and agree with janet….I can picture the siren as an anime’ character. Well constructed, Pamela.
Thanks Brenda, that was the line I kept after three disposed of drafts. When I first saw the words, I thought they’d be easy to work with. I was quite wrong. 🙂
I also liked the siren, as well as the phrase, “she turns her gaze towards innocence.” Lovely – and surprisingly compact – use of the Wordle. Congrats!
Thx also for the address thing. I think WordPress grabbed the Gravatar and made that your link. Odd, three people had the same problem… Here’s my Sunday Scribbling… Thanks! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/03/hitch-in-praise-of-alfred-hitchcock/
Thanks Amy, you should join us over at the wordle site. Good to see you were able to make entry. 🙂
Like your unusual imagery and how you worked these words. I saw her. You drew a very distinct portrait. Really like that last line,
Elizabeth
Unusual it is, Elizabeth. I had a vision of this woman when I started playing with the words.
My reaction was the same as Lucychili. A fine poem that repays several readings.
Very nice comment, Dave. I am glad you stopped by.
A ruinous siren? wow. I really like the portrait of her.
Irene, I first had the murderous posted, and came back and changed it. I think ruinous fits her better. 😉
I agreen with Irene. You described this siren and her work well!
Mary, you know how those sirens are 😉 Thanks.
Very scifi/fantasy – I enjoyed reading this one. I could see her as the antagonist in a movie or novel.
Thanks for the nice comment, Traci. I liked your take on the words.
I too like ‘flies on floss-flecked limbs’. People have had to be particularly creative with the word floss, so it’s fun to see it in all its incarnations. I like it when a poem wrestles me to the ground. The results are always fun to see.
margo
Margo, this one did wrestle me to the ground. It’s my fourth draft of the words. I see floss flecked, should be hyphenated. I wondered about that, thanks.
Exotic imagery. I agree with the others it has a science fiction/fantasy feel.
Thanks Susannah. She’s just an ordinary girl 😉
Cool site, Pamela. I have just finished moving. Please note my new email address – WildWoman2@shaw.ca 🙂
Got it, Sherry and thanks.
A very striking scene… I can only imagine how innocence fared up against such a daunting gaze.
Francis, the other half of her story remains to be written 🙂
Nicely done, Pamela! I love floss-flecked limbs. I have not managed to work floss into my wordle poem yet.
Thanks Marianne. They weren’t the easiest words to use in the end.
Very dark and menacing and, who is the innocent?
Loved the use of the wordle words. A good read, thanks. 🙂
Thanks ddt, I enjoyed your take on the words as well.
I like the open-ended story. Our girl’s a pirate-siren, and she’s fun.
A pirate-siren, of course, ha!
This poem has so much movement at the beginning, and I love how it decrescendos with the fantastic last two lines.
nan, I appreciate the nice comment 🙂