The Siren is Gillian

Day #2 of the WordPress Blogging 201: Poetry course

Assignment: An acrostic poem. This is an old form used mostly as a love poem where the first letter of each line spells a word. An addition to this was a simile as a device to be included in the prose:


The Siren is Gillian

Been beside me for some time

Ever the song on the shore when I was drawn

Like the sea pulled by the moon

Orbiting seasons of lovers then babes

Vesting the crowning of their babes

Effervescing from us

Describing our circle of life with love

About garth

I'm an indie author ardently writing fiction and you’ll notice a leaning towards Egypt. The book in the cooker right now is called The River Through. Hatsepsut features strong as an ancient enigma bringing her people back to pure after a sullying occupation by the Hyksos. I like these desert ancestors who dragged great chunks of stone for miles to build runways for god. Religion was a major preoccupation always. Magic was mixed in, sometimes called miracles. Christian and Hebrew testaments carried it over. Egyptians weren’t bothered with a history list based on sequential record keeping so there are numerous and bewildering gaps. A definite plus for the fiction writer. (Colouring in the spaces.) Bio: I am very tall and many people call me a freak (and laugh) so a slight chip on the shoulder but thick skinned - not impervious. Lots of short people out there who aren’t pleased to be little too. Given the choice, I’d keep length. Upbringing I am thankful because, during my life I have found many people who weren't so blessed so thanks mum and dad for pulling me out of the lucky dip. Two sisters and a brother, all of them cleverer than me or so they think. A wife who loves me - thanks Gill xxxx Two daughters, a yoga teacher and a nurse who don't quite hate me but we are moving in that direction as I tread heavier with advice. Lovely grandchildren who will develop into super beings if they maintain the current progress. A cat called Squeezely who has finally learned to evacuate his bowels outside. Buster the darling dog with a sensitive way and an over-exuberance for affection but we all let him take us down for licking. He's big. Occupation: Education first: Good military school that chased out the bad in me I can tell you. No-one put a polish on a boot better but it was enjoyable in retrospect. Not at the time though. Art college next and enlightenment - the world was a better place afterwards. Self employed antique furniture and restoration - very enjoyable and fulfilling but not overflowing financially. We did okay and we prospered.
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11 Responses to The Siren is Gillian

  1. Vibrant says:

    This is beautiful. I want to know what Acrostic is and what I know it’s doesn’t seem to apply to your poem.

    Please enlighten me!

    Anand 🙂


  2. Naomi says:

    Gill is a very lucky lady to have such a poem … clever you good with your hands and words . Love you
    your skin and blister xxx


    • garth says:

      Naomi my darling sister – how did you find your way to this forum? I’m glad you did and thank you for your lovely comment xxx 🙂 Love you


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