Every mermaid is expected to drown in her own tears
For the dreams she’s had for years, of walking on hot sands like a lady for a man
A thousand myths and legends tear at the mermaid’s heart
Myths of the tailless four arm mers
She has seen them in her people’s art
How she wished to be an explorer of their sands
Witnessing the dry green scape and touch them with her hands
How she wished she knew, what it meant to be dry
Dry from all her tears
The foregoing poem was written rather quickly and the quality has surprised me, usually I think everything I do is useless, but I like this piece. In fact I like it so much, I feel a story coming on, whether it will be short enough for me to want to post that eventually on this blog, I don’t know, but it is inspiring me to do more and there are other poems creeping into my head of a similar theme too!
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