The Lorelei In Transition

lorelei  She’d opened her heart to the music of solitude,and it had come to her.   

Sarah Porter

 

Near that part of her  house

where the tree shades a window,  wild grass

and rock harboring salamander or snail, she sits

 humming her own mantra, a song recorded in the bones,

  and notices how much younger, sensual

                                   she seems in shadow.

  The ground is a mirror

  casting the siren on desert stone

  as the wind combs through her tangling hair

  after a morning swim. The shy godlings

 drawn to her solitude, her need to dream

 in that corner where the sun keeps its distance —

 and time sleeps under the eyelid of a leaf.

 

4 comments

  1. ” her need to dream

    in that corner where the sun keeps its distance —

    and time sleeps under the eyelid of a leaf.”

    Magical and memorable,

    Wendy,

    This whole poem has a pull. It is so finely penned.
    I love the quote too. To use your words, it is indeed
    “a song recorded in the bones”.

    This one merits a couple of entries in Bon Mots,
    and they are there.

    Thank you!

    Sarah

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  2. Thanks so much Sarah

    I deeply appreciate your lovely and encouraging comment — it really means so much to me!!

    Please take care
    my best always
    Wendy

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