Mermaid
I wish I could have been a mermaid
wet iridescently scaley flesh
dressed in a luminescent sea weed sampot
with cold, charged foamy salt waters
slipping around me as I dance between the waves
carefree, joyful
contentment born of ease
an existence without chains or sharpen blades
That holds me bound or cuts me close –
In past days of shells and rocks
the mementoes gathered furiously –
collections now at rest upon a driftwood mantle
there was no other place to keep them safe
I’ve kept them there for you.
I wish I could have been a mermaid
with long red locks of the finest, curled hair
pearls from oysters bedecked about my neck
my long, curvaceous whale’s tail
eagerly slapping at the water
sounding echos that catch your gaze –
to spark your eye, to make you ask
“what’s the cause of your distress?”
Will you come out to play today? I might ask –
“No,” say you, “I have left my love behind
I think of her through endless days!”
Discontent by your reply, I’d slap my tail “sternly”
then dive below the waves
There will be no more riant smiles this day.
I wish I could have been a mermaid
Slinking, swimming, sliding, singing
Alas, alas I am a woman
who has lost the beat of the drum
to which she set her steps upon
when dancing along the sands at the water’s line –
The mighty ocean is now complete
For along the bottom
in the water’s deep
rests a ship
upon which my love once sailed –
he dwells within a watery tomb
with only fish and whales and mermaids
To see him safe from day to day –
Oh, how I wish I could have been a mermaid.
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©Susan Morgan Bosler, September 15, 2011
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LOVED THIS!!!….YOUR WORDS FLASHED PICTURES THROUGH MY MIND..SEEING ALL THAT YOU’D WRITTEN…
Hi Denice, thank you so very much. Please take your time and read through anything here. 🙂
Susan
I love this, Susan…
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