This poem is dedicated to Rebecca Mott because she inspired it. You are an Amazon, Rebecca. Don’t you forget it.
She is Risen
Sing to me, siren
Of the night
Let the melodies take you
Distant tunes in the dappled light
The faithless drifting
Whilst I am caught
In a song and her eddies
With the lost and once-owned.
And she rises
Shaken from the seaweed
Riding the cantankerous waves
Of these times
Singer of the mountains
Singer of the sea
Sing to us of morning
And the mourning
That has come.
Those faithless
Blinded still.
Unwavering,
The moon still turns the tide.
She is risen.
She is risen.
And we remember her.
Sing to us now
Of the Amazon who was
Many memories
Fallen by the way
Bring them back to us
With sword in hand
And light of truth
Ease the stars
Back into the night
And wake me ‘fore the dawn.
She is the Warrior
The Storyteller
And the Muse
Walk with her
Into this darkness
And believe.
by allecto
Don’t capitalize every single line. Periods should mostly control capitalization. Use punctuation more often and vary it.
You’re not taking enough care of your line breaks.
Rhythm is coping.
Some good verses in there. Keep it up.
Thanks so much. It is so moving to have a poem written for me, I feel so honoured. It helps me keep my courage when things can be hard. Rebecca
indeed, she rises.
thanks for the joyous poem, a.
many, many hugs, r.
Danielle, This is the most beautiful poem I have ever read. It is so gorgeous. You are so talented. I love it.
I think this is a fine poem. It has a nice swaying rhythm and unlike most English Lit. poetry it’s not riddled with punctuation that forces the flow instead of cradling it.