ONE (If By Sea)
From her own little tide pool,
she watched him on land;
she knew nothing of dirt,
just the feeling of sand.
They were worlds apart,
more than an ocean’s divide.
She wondered what would happen
if their worlds would collide.
One morning he saw her
swimming at high tide.
He watched her intently;
on his breath, a soft sigh:
the sun’s rising radiance
matched only by her hair;
the crystal blue sky
reflected her eyes, so fair.
He knew he must meet her,
into the water he dove.
He swam to her side,
through the depths of the cove.
This man of her dreams
she happily discovered,
was all she had longed for –
her best friend and her lover.
Their bond grew deeper
as time (too quickly) passed.
They had needed each other –
a soul mate, at last.
As long as was possible
he stayed by her side,
treading the waters
of low and high tide.
Yet with worlds so different
that neither could cross,
he had to leave her,
in spite of their loss.
He returned to his world
of dirt, grass and trees,
and she remained alone,
alone in the sea.
2013-07-31
P. Wanken
Written for Poetic Bloomings “Life is a Beach” – Day 31: Aloha! (Goodbye).
*This was supposed to follow the form “Pantoum” — but this is the poem that emerged instead. I’ll have to try the Pantoum another time.
You KNOW I love all things mermaid. Beautiful, and sad, and just a gorgeous spill of words. I’m especially drawn to:
“she knew nothing of dirt,
just the feeling of sand.”
I truly believe sand is fairy dust, if you wield it right. 😉
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So glad you enjoyed it, De — and as far as that fairy dust…just so long as it stays out of the places it’s not supposed to be! 😉
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What a beautiful tale of the mermaid.
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Thank you, Lisa — glad you enjoyed it!
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Fanciful and poignant – loved this very much.
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Aw, thank you, Mosk. Glad you liked it! 🙂
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Going back to read your words. Emotions rise like the tide. Mermaids retain their beauty. The man of her dreams can be as ugly as sin, the loathesome bastartd!
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