The siren swam beneath the sea,
singing her song without a care,
for under wave her life was free—
her life was free, but cold and bare.
Plucked from their patches
hollowed, cut, and brought to life
wickedly they scheme.
Strong and stronger
as the evenings grow shorter
the shadows, longer.
Gone is the freshness of warm summer rain,
Gone are the words which brought me to shame.
Gone are the birds, aloft in the sky,
Gone are the flowers, which in fields lie.
Silent, midnight silk,
starlight eyes in winter sky.
I’m being followed.
power to destroy, contained
within every candle
Pussycat lay draped over the side of the rowboat, her paw trailing listlessly in the water. Every few minutes a fish would swim up to examine the ripples, only to dart back to the safety of the depths when Pussycat took a swipe.
If I could have a superpower
A power of any kind
Without a doubt, I think I’d pick
The power to read your mind
Neither hot nor cold the most delicious bowl holds Baby Bear’s porridge Written for today’s WordPress daily prompt, Center.