Welcome to this week’s edition of Wednesday Writings!
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Background story about this poem: I wrote it awhile ago. It was inspired while I was on vacation. Sometimes, we need time to get away for the creative juices to start flowing. In terms of inspiration, Greek mythology ranks second only to Christianity as a constant theme in my writings. I have always been fascinated by the gods and goddesses with their capricious whims and avaricious desire for power. Supernatural creatures with unfathomable strength or special abilities. This poem is my personal reflection on our fragile human nature.
Credit image: Ulysses and the Sirens, J.W. Waterhouse, 1891, Oil on canvas
Portrait of a human
Riding the waves of this ocean called life
I am lured by the Sirens’ beckoning call
Slowly but surely, I find myself moved
Ever closer to their rocky shores.
Come and see, such pleasures for thee
Come and live out your wildest dreams
Come, for I can fulfill your every fantasy
Come, take hold of me, for I am truly Yours.
Logic escapes me, when faced with such a temptress
Reason flees, my mind lay bare naked
No matter how hard I tell my feet to escape
Step by step, they bring me closer to my fate.
If I then shall give myself wholly
What names shall I say, of those who bested me?
They looked at each other, faces confused
“Poor mortal,” they said, “have you really no clue?”
We are called by many names, but nothing changes
Time and time again, our wares render you helpless
Though warnings and alarms about us may abound
No human is immune, even the pious are defenseless.
We three, the unholy trinity of yore
Will ever devour you to your very soul
Mortal tongues cannot begin to describe us three
Money, sex and power – your names for we.
Suddenly, mine eyes began to see
It was as if a veil was lifted, their true forms they revealed
The lustrous hair, the luscious lips, the virgin smiles were but a mask
What was hidden underneath, too ghastly for any man.
I cowered in a corner, what destructive monstrosity!
There are no words to describe the fear, my heart rapidly beating
For there it was, I could not deny
Their faces unmasked – their faces were me.