Siren Song
Alexander Graham
A nightmare gradually suffocating. An abyss relentlessly calling.
The moon hung broken overhead,
stars withdrew like polyps.
The island pools of streetlight glare
bowed like winter cowslips.
A wordless call is beckoning:
siren song abyssal.
The signature of steps unseen
dogged each turn unshaken.
A collar licked by pulse-quick sigh
bade the prey-sense waken.
Come back to me. Come back to me.
Siren song abyssal.
A damper fog like engine steam
tightened soporific.
Behind stood rock-pool gasps for air;
stagnant tidal relic.
Come back to me. I'll take you home.
Siren song abyssal.
Come back to me. Come back. Wake up.
Pulse is feeling clearer.
His body's warm, his airway's free,
siren's sounding nearer.
Alexander
Graham
@alexandergrahampoetry
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Alexander's first publication since his return to poetry was at Snoozine. The work he has discovered here has provided both inspiration and an increased desire to be a part of the larger poetic conversation. Currently Alexander is relishing the challenge of working within traditional metrical and rhyming constraints.