hair black obsidian
like crow’s feathers
nesting about her head
she waits looking out
at waves crestfallen
anatomy grey perilously
close and remembers
the day he left to
go fishing for sirens
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub at http://dversepoets.com/artistic-description/


This conjures up such a beautifully wild and tragic image.
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Thank You! I need to visit your site. I have been lax. Work has been so busy lately and not getting better any too soon. Hope you are well.
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Ah, yes, the dangers of fishing for sirens, of always thinking there is something bigger and better out there…
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Some people always seem to think it is better somewhere else. 🙂
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oh my… hope he had his ears covered well, they lull you with their songs and once you’re coming close, they eat you alive…ugh…
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So I have heard. I love fantasy and mythological creatures. Gives rise to my imagination. 🙂
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I see the waves in her hair. Nice. He should have stayed with the girl in harbor.
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Thank You! Passions can be many things to many people, even when some stray as he did. Thanks too, for visiting.
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fishing for sirens can be a dangerous play…you evoke a nice emotional response without ever really addressing her feelings which is cool….nicely done to the prompt…
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Thanks Brian! I normally don’t do prompts so have a bit of angst when I do as I love to simply let my writing come from where it may. But Kelvin’s art is delightful and really got me to thinking. I wanted to do his image some justice after all.
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A sense of yearning in these words I think,seems she knows he is seeking something that is supposedly a mythical dream
Ian
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Thanks Ian! The image is a young man’s from dVerse, a site for poets, and he had others to choose from but this one rather captured my imagination.
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…beautiful & evocative Renee… i love your description with her hair looking like crow’s feathers nesting about her hair… very artistic & imaginative way i say… i was left intrigued t’wards the end & wondered what happened to her man not returning yet… really enjoyed your take… thank you… smiles…
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Thank you Kelvin and for allowing me to use my imagination with your wonderful art. I normally do not use prompts, quite frankly, but once in awhile I do. You are a gifted artist and writer.
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wish i had written this! excellent!!
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Thanks Mohanna! Coming from you that means alot. You write so beautifully and have such a way with words. I’ve written all my life but am learning so much from sites like yours.
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Enjoyed your very different response to this picture – fishing for sirens is a fools errand – you become the bait.
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Yes, you do, but that would not keep some from doing so. Thanks!
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mm i wonder if someone seeking siren will land on her coastline and discover her obsidian hair =)
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hope he will be back soon!
fabulous poem renee! did you painted that picture? its lovely.
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The image is actually done by a young man from dVerse who is very talented. I normally don’t use prompts but this one captured my imagination.
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You did wonderfully with the prompt, Renee. Sometimes they can really spark a lot of creativity…I missed that one. I like how you described her hair…she seemed pretty resigned to his taking off to fish for Sirens…
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Thanks Gayle! I don’t usually do prompts but liked his image alot so it did seem to work for me.
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