2 poems

by Gillian Winn

The Siren

I saw her ride the ebbing tide,

As dawn began to break,

Her transport was a conch shell,

Her steed a water snake,

Her hair was dressed with bladderwrack,

Encrusted all with pearl,

Her dress a garb of water fern,

With verdant fronds a furl,

I watched her with a cautious air,

As she frolicked in the ocean,

Then turned away with sad regret,

With tears of pure emotion.

Stages

At first you will not listen,

You think that you know best,

Wrath then comes a knocking,

Hammering at your chest,

You would trade your life for theirs,

If there was a way,

Sadness envelopes your mind,

With melancholy grey,

As you travel through the hurt,

Your goal is there ahead,

Grief is but a journey long,

Before you, ever spread.

While Gillian Winn is relatively new to poetry, she worked as a nurse for 40 years and now has more time to devote to creative writing. She is passionate about the natural world and nature. She is currently completing a Creative Writing module with the Open University and believes that you are never too old to learn new skills. She is dubbed ‘Nannie Shakespeare’ by her granddaughter!