Resisitng Siren Calls
We broke from the grey grasp of British skies,
by Arianwen Griffiths
To which I was constrained before you,
And plunder from the heavens as though lured by sirens.
To freely swim, hand in hand.
Distant waves that dance and beckon us
A few seconds later crash against rocks like helpless sailors
As we move purposefully against them
Silent, subdued, yet connected.
In a display of dramatic unison, we dive,
Submerging ourselves into the world
Of seclusion and privacy, deprived from the eyes of eager viewers
As if pulled by bewitching hands.
Yet not. By distance swam, we part
From such sailor's songs,
And siren's calls,
In a world that belongs to us alone.