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Book Review: “The Ocean’s Lullaby” By Victoria Zigler

This review is of “The Ocean’s Lullaby” by Victoria Zigler.
Disclaimer : I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.

The Ocean’s Lullaby does, as the title suggests have a strong ocean theme. The poems in this collection range from the humorous to verses which bring a tear to the eye. Many of the poems are suitable for children, while others will be more readily appreciated by an adult audience.
One of the poems which particularly charmed me is “If I was A Mermaid” which runs thus:
“If I was a mermaid,

I wouldn’t need to sail.

I’d swim through the world’s waters,

With a flick of my silvery tail.

If I was a mermaid,

Who lived beneath the sea,

I’d zoom through the water,

So fast you’d never catch me”.
While the above will, I think appeal in particular to a younger audience, the touching simplicity of the verse will, I think bring a smile to the face of many an older reader.

Victoria also tackles serious issues, for example in her short poem entitled “Wounding Words”:
“Wounding words, like vicious knives,

Rip to shreds our pleasant lives,

Until no joy or hope survives,

And only pain and sorrow thrives”.
We have, I am sure all experienced what is so pithily expressed in the above piece.

Among my favourite poems in the humorous category are “When Words Don’t Mean The Same” and “When North Wind Does Blow”.
I have read “The Ocean’s Lullaby” several times and recommend it as a pleasant and sometimes thought provoking read.

“The Ocean’s Lullaby” can be found here, https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/641375

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Birdsong On An Autumn Evening

An Autumn evening. The park deserted save for me and my dog. A solitary birds sings. Entranced I stand, his song bringing thoughts of sorrow comingled with joy. Beauty, pain and happiness, contradictory emotions stir within my breast.

The lonely bird continues to sing, his voice filling the darkening park.

Distant sound of traffick. I linger, reluctant to break the spell.

Later, the pub full of noise. Yet, through the din I fancy, dim and distant, the singing of the birds can be heard.

Ode On Melancholy By John Keats

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

Missing You

“Hello” you would say bouncing on your big bed excitedly. I still sense your presence in this room now quiet save for the rumble of distant traffic. Your toys are mainly packed up and gone now, sent to your new home with your mum but your presence remains.
I miss you, I miss our walks in the park recalling the two of us together walking in the rain. The rain fell as my tears do now. You are not here but your presence remains.