Sirens and the Meadow

Silence under the surface;
The din shatters
Wasted expectations

I’ll spread myself over the open meadow—but I might snap back
And want more from you always
Let me down
From what I built
You always
Amplify the din
You always
Rise to the occasion
When I want it all
Falling in cascades

The meadow burns; the sirens blare
Does it matter what we fed the fire
When ashes lay in shame

And if you had listened closely
The silence of my pulse
Never asked for you
Never asked for me

Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Portland, Oregon. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.