#writephoto – Sirens


Sue Vincent has chosen yet another evocative photo for her #writephoto inspiration series. This time, I ended up with a couple of fragments – a poem, and a short paragraph with hints of a longer story…

Out to sea,

Past waves that shimmer and foam

We dance


Light as air,

Streaming bright through sky and spray

We land


Voices sweet

All flickering bright temptation

We lure…


‘That’s where they live.’

‘Where who live?’ I shaded my eyes against the sun, looking at the smudge of land just visible beyond the waves.

‘The sirens,’ he said. I frowned, looking for a smile on his face, some indication he was joking. But he just stared out to sea, blue eyes creased against the glare.

‘Sirens? Huh. I thought they were Greek or Roman or something.’ I tried to make a joke of it.

‘They are everywhere the sea is,’ he said, clouds drifting in his eyes. I hugged my knees closer, the day gone cold. He turned to me then. ‘And the sea-‘ his voice was soft ‘- is part of me…’

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28 thoughts on “#writephoto – Sirens

  1. Beautiful and evocative, Helen, and yes, there’s more to that story! It’s probably not very feminist of me, but I love the myth of those dangerous sirens. Have you heard Débussy’s ‘La Mer’? one of the movements is called ‘Les Sirènes’, and is sung by a chorus of women. It’s haunting. xx

    • It’s funny, but after I posted it more bits of the story arrived, and I hurriedly scribbled them down before they went again! So chances are I will work it up into a short story at some point. I don’t think I have heard the Debussy piece – I’ll have to add it to my playlist 🙂

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  3. Ooh, sirens! They’re by far one of my favorite parts of Greek mythology! I’m actually working on a story involving them, though it’s a rather different slant than what you usually hear. Great job with the flash fiction! 😀

  4. Sirens…exist. Lovely poem. The last line, ‘And the sea-‘ his voice was soft ‘- is part of me…’, is somewhat ominous or on second reading, it could be alluring.

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