La Femme (Re)trouvée

Taya’s Contributions to ‘La Femme (Re)trouvée’

La Femme (Re)trouvée

Doug’s Contributions to ‘La Femme (Re)trouvée’

La Femme (Re)trouvée

David’s Contributions to ‘La Femme (Re)trouvée’

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Darren’s Contributions to ‘La Femme (Re)trouvée’

La Femme (Re)trouvée Poem

‘Found Woman’ Collective Poem by La Sirena

Found woman

In the breath of dreams 

In my glass heart

Always there

In spring

She is my fluid rose

Growing from the seabed

Beneath my dreams

In spring

I can see you Sirena… 

I can smell you on my tongue

She exists within my blinks

But never in my dreams

The lilac smile 

Her path beyond the fist of thorns

Leading me 

Beyond myself

To the chandeliers

Hanging like the gleam of childhood

From my shadow

I can taste you…

Between each rapid eye movement

And then in deeper sleep

She took the arm of a passer-by

The movement caught the beast’s eye

The door to the banqueting hall

Burst violently open

Returned to the shadowy world

Divided the sea and sky

Sending great waves

Instead of beauty

The box contained sleep

Serpents seem so precious to the gods

Hanging like the gleam of childhood

From my shadow

Part flesh

Part mirror

Her body sparkles with midnight seashells

I dreamt she spoke to statues    

An arm of the sea stretched inland

And they became friends

The egg of the sea felt numb

She dances in collaged whispers

She swallows the sun

She kidnaps the last rays of hope

And emerges in kisses

Large as a pigeon’s egg

In the underwater world

The pearl shone like the moon

Cracking her whip above their heads

Climbing through the open window in her heart 

And near the back of her reflection 

She steals the night

Only to reclaim the box of delights she buried there in a dream

I found a ladder and thought it would it help me find her but…

She made her way back up the gloomy passage

She was already caught in the echo of her gleaming

Somewhere near the bridge of lost daydreams

Assemblage by Daina Kopp
La Femme (Re)trouvée Poem

‘Who is the Found Woman?’ Collective Poem by La Sirena

Who is the found woman?

She is the sunset without limits 

She is smiling in my dreams

She is the water goddess

She is dancing on a dime

She is at the back of midnight

She is in my shadow, always

She is the queen of black cats

She is the queen of wrong numbers

She is teaching the children of the revolution

She told me she existed, but I don’t believe her

She gave birth to her own dreams

She wants to take me to the top of the Empire state to read me her poems

She does not care for Paris

She whispers in white ash and red seashells

She is entirely capable of anything

She is a tramp, but that’s ok

She is not afraid to be an androgyne

She smells like red wine once a month

She’s a haunted house and all her windows are broken

She can only breathe underwater

She counts the hours in kisses

She whispers to the sea

She lives, breathes and sighs in the spaces between yes, no and always

She didn’t do that, but she might

She isn’t a mistress, but her reflection is

She makes the fishes sing in echoes

She is all the hope that we secretly need but do not dare to speak

She is a type of elemental fire, a smokeless, smouldering flame

She is a tightrope that I cling to when I go to sleep

She is an experiment in femininity

She eats fire that dances on the ceiling

She bleeds when her purity is misunderstood or maligned

She is the dancer that I aspire to be

She cannot tempt the tempters but she can heal the healers

Her eyes are on my dream mask

She is the dolphin who played the clown for the cloud-king

She is the mask that I can never remove

Assemblage by Daina Kopp

La Femme (Re)trouvée

Collages from ‘Songs of the Siren’ Series

La Femme (Re)trouvée

The Making of ‘La Femme (Re)trouvée’