Immortal Siren

Written by: Hana Ryusaka

I wonder sometimes

What she saw, in exhilarating day-

That time of morning

When the sky smiles in winsome blue,

Sun-kissed grass paints itself over

And over in needle-points to scar the horizon and

Crumpled-paper clouds

Frolic on invisible threads and ladders

Held up by rosy breezes-

Robust in their secret toils-


It must have been sparkling with mirth-

Shy and winking with mystery-

Scarlet and poison-bright, shod in ruby

Heart-strings,

Shrieking in cheery chimes and beckoning warmth

To be broken.


Did the red haze cover

Her unadulterated eyes?

Just then,

Raping from the inside,

Her skin become dead ivory-

She saw- no glow,

Life left like a displaced conch,

Only echoes of what was once

An ocean, rolling outward in pageants and never-ending beauty-

Now blindness and melancholy tide, coming and going

and folding in death.

Once a regal fire in hues of purple-

Now bloody embers and ashes of diamonds-

the taste of the white fruit, lingering in her bitter mouth-

Once soul-juice illuminating and lily-stained pools-

Now reflections in shards of glass.