Poem: Mermaid – 23/02/20

Searching, seeking, waiting,
As though pressed against a boulder by the shore,
Awaiting a mere glimpse of a mermaid,
Even a speckle of her tail,
To prove her reality, that she truly exists.
This mermaid shall not,
Cannot be a myth.
 
Waiting,
Quietly tempted by the rolling water,
Gentle yet unique in its miniature tides,
Perfect for disguising the mystical creature that she is.
 
Her hair will be thrown back,
She is gorgeous,
With her brunette barrels,
Strung together loosely with her 
Salted watery waves of hair,
And I will smile to myself as I know 
It is wise that I have remained
Searching, seeking, waiting,
For this creature to be seen,
Her presence saved.
 
I do not know what else to do but carefully,
Stoically wait,
I’ve been here for hours it seems,
Even though minutes tick,
They do remain.
 
Then out of the corner of my eye,
A flash of turquoise blue-green,
Was that it?
Is that all she will allow me to see?
A moment of truth that of her world she also exists within my reality?
 
Everything is interconnected, this is how it seems,
And bright scales glistening in the sunlight prove to me,
And enhance my knowledge that beauty and wonder
Do in fact remain.
 
It only takes a keen eye and patience to unravel
The secrets that are hidden beyond within the static starkness of the air
And the depths beyond mankind’s drains,
Is where we will find her,
It’s where she now will temporarily remain.  
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by 2234701 from Pixabay

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