One Poem by Michele Evans

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sirenia

[cy-re-nee-ah] n. the sirens, half bird and half woman, were “dangerous” maidens, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their isle

sooner or later
most of us will be forced to live a double life,
hide what was once meaningful
and reveal what has now become meaningless,
but which half note should i sing about,
which half will liberate and make me whole?

plummeting
silence
from the sky
and then
my pilot half
shrieks
feathers
suffocating
through clouds
obstructed
before
gills
crashing
my seafarer half
into rocks
pulled
below
forever.

Michele Evans, a fifth-generation Washingtonian (D.C.), is a writer, high school English teacher, and adviser for her school’s literary magazine, Unbound. Despite always wearing the color black, she exhibits a certain fondness for blueberries, blue hydrangeas, blues musicians, and Blue Mountain coffee. This 2023 Pushcart Prize nominee and winner of the ASP Bulletin poetry contest has been published in Artemis, Maryland Literary Review, Sky Island Journal, The Write Launch, and elsewhere. purl, her debut collection of poetry, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press in 2025. You can find her at awordsmithie.com or @awordsmithie on Instagram.

Image: Sirens of TI by Rojer under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license via Wikimedia Commons.

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