There, starboard, over the side,
I stared into the water, through the crashing brine
And the creature I saw stared back, eyes wide,
With a sparkling tail the colour of wine.
I saw her there, upon the rocks
I saw her gripping them like she was afraid
And what pain, what fear, bleeding by the docks,
Cradled in my arms, the little mermaid.
I dragged her to the sand,
She blinked her eyes open, a gash in her side,
I held her head up, a hand on her neck, and,
With gasping lips the mermaid cried;
"The ocean, my mother, she hates me,
She wishes me forgotten and gone!"
I know the cruelty of the sea.
How I wish for her to see another dawn,
And then the ocean's daughter passed,
Right there on the beach.
And me, I looked to the sea and asked;
"Why kill your daughter, what does it teach?"
A kindness too fond, so frothy the surf
A swell and a fall beneath my toes.
To such sweet things the ocean gives birth,
She chooses her forfeits and leaves her shadows.
YOU ARE READING
Fleece
PoetryA Poetry Collection I have been experiementing with poetry the last year! The first few pieces are my earlier work, and it does get better the more recent the chapter. Enjoy!
