i've been very very quiet for a long time ... reading almost all the poems
but not commenting.
can't resist in this case: this is wonderful. i love the sounds when reading
this aloud (limpets lickle!, whorls - curls, wash - waves - wane, etc).
just a few more thoughts: not sure you need an article in line one -
wouldn't it work as "sits on pearled imperial rock"?
"blue-irised Irish eyes" is a bit of a mouthful ... does he have to be
Irish?
love "lusty gulls", "flats of water", "dissolve you into her queendom",
among others.
haunting and beautiful. this should be sent out to magazines! ;)
michi
> 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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