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THE SONG OF THE SIREN MOON by Sarah Courtney Dean


My poetry is mainly Goddess-based...
Whether specifically about a particular Goddess or in this case about the Goddess seen as a natural phenomenon, my poetry always revolves around this theme. This poem is about an exchange I have with the moon. I have been drawn to the moon from an early age, long before I knew the Goddess.

The Song of the Siren Moon
by Sarah Courtney Dean

I wake from sleep pulled
By an insistent call,
Light flooding my room,
Music filling my mind.

It is the song of the
Siren moon, hanging,
In the sky yellow and full
At this harvest tide.

She is calling, calling, calling,
Me to add my song
To her siren call
Felt deep within.

So I stand before her,
Arms raised naked,
In body and spirit,
And add my song to hers.

Then suddenly, I become aware
That all nature is in this song.
From the oceans swell,
To the answering surge inside my soul

We all dance to her tune
Whether we realize it or not,
But my dance is a willing one.

Then my devotion is over and
Sleep takes me once more.
And as I sleep I dream
Of siren songs and moonbeams. 
Painting 'A Mermaid in The Moonlight' by Marco Busoni~

Sarah Courtney Dean: I am a poet and my poetry is part and parcel of my spiritual tradition. I am a Druid and a seer and also a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids. I live in the UK in the beautiful county of Dorset. My poetry is inspired by nature in all its forms especially by the progress of the seasons and how the Goddess is seen in them. I am single by choice and live with a ginger and white cat by the name of Rowan who as all cats are prone to rules the roost. You can find me on facebook here and on my page here. (Sarah, sadly, left us far too soon in April of 2018)

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  1. Catherine L. SchweigJune 6, 2013 at 5:36 AM

    I can certainly relate to being awakened by the moon and hearing her calls. Thank you for sharing your own experience of that with us, and welcome! I especially like these lines: "I become aware that all nature is in this song.From the oceans swell, to the answering surge inside my soul." As you continue to dance with nature, please feel free to share more of your poems with us. Thank you! :)

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