Hi Grassy,
Thanks for your explanation. I'll send my Mermaid out soon. Might be in a
couple of weeks or so as I'll be in France over Easter without a link up.
bw
James
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: New sub: Mermaiden- James
>Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2003 15:44:28 +0100
>
>Dear James.
>Thanks for your kind comments. I'd be interested to read your poem if you
>can b/c it to me, or post it to the list ?
>In answer to your specific points, the wane of shore, simply refers to the
>way the sea is continuously eroding the coastline.
>For me the last stanza is vital because the poem is about the attraction
>and
>danger of lust etc. I wanted to write a poem about a mermaid that included
>a
>sexual climax.
>Kind regards,
> grasshopper
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "James Bell" <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Saturday, April 05, 2003 11:02 AM
>Subject: Re: [THE-WORKS] New sub: Mermaiden
>
>
> > Hi Grassy,
> > I did a poem about a mermaid from a painting by John William Waterhouse,
>a
> > lovely Pre-Raphaelite picture. This poem has these qualities. You are
>quite
> > precise in what you say. Two comments. I think you could leave out the
>last
> > stanza as its the old telling us too much that we don't need to know
>bit.
>S6
> > "the wane of shore" doesn't seem to make much sense to me, or maybe I'm
>just
> > being thick. A nice bit of imagination here though. Coz they don't
>exist,
>do
> > they?
> >
> >
> >
> > bw
> > James
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > >From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
> > >Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
> > >To: [log in to unmask]
> > >Subject: New sub: Mermaiden
> > >Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 22:04:34 +0100
> > >
> > > 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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