I am going to gush I'm afraid.This is rich and fantastic, alluring and the
siren call of this Lorelei is sung to the sweetest music of subtle assonance
and alliteration. Every word glows like a found pearl. I also recognise that
you have enjoyed writing every word of this. My ultimate accolade for any
poem is " By God, I wish I had written that!"; you are hereby duly invested.
Super Saturday morning poem, for which thanks. Arthur.
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From: "grasshopper" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, April 04, 2003 10:04 PM
Subject: New sub: Mermaiden
> Mermaiden
>
>
> She sits on an pearled imperial rock,
> scaly buttocks snug against the shells.
> Limpets lickle at her fingers, pedicure
>
> her tail-tips. She sighs, tastes the salt
> on her lips, thinks of sailors, a mariner
> with tousled chest and blue-irised Irish eyes,
>
> sweet matelot. a sea-dog she will leash
> with the Hokusai whorls of her hair,
> burnished like sunbeams on wave-curls.
>
> She combs her locks with honeyed words,
> blows kisses at the lusty gulls, hears their shrieks
> climax on a hump of landed orca.
>
> Her heart is brine, harder than Lot's wife,
> baked and caked by long years on the flats
> of water. Her eyes are liquid, like her song.
>
> Beware of her beauty, as cruel as the ocean,
> as eternal as the wash of waves, the wane
> of shore. She is in her element, you are mere
>
> mammal, juicy and ungilled. A subtle mind is nothing
> more than tissue. She will lace it on the swell
> like marbled fat on meat. She will dissolve you
>
> into her queendom. You will spill guts, groin
> and begetting into a sudden maelstrom
> of sharp reflected stars.
>
> grasshopper
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