In The Mermaid’s Shadow

 

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Palm greens and Plumeria

shape a cool bower on the beach

which I leave to wade

in the evening shallows. The salt water

blue and weightless.

 

Stepping in its tide,

my small feet remember

their first glimmer. Sheer silver

flashing beneath the wave.

Fish petals veined with metallic thread.

 

The same thread used to string

a host of stars. A harp

that sang of sleek maidens

and sailors lured by their loveliness, caught

helplessly in the languid net of their sigh.

The same glittering skein

of origin that pulls me in. Home

 

to rise ( again) from the brine-god’s rib

as the female Eve may have been

shaking a coral branch

before the garden and her luscious apple

leafed in lore.

 

 

 

 

 

2 comments

  1. “The same thread used to string
    a host of stars. ”

    “The same glittering skein
    of origin that pulls me in. Home

    to rise ( again) from the brine-god’s rib”

    Wendy,

    Your pen weaves magic with that ‘same glittering thread’.

    You show us the universe and its parallels. Eve of the Garden
    or Eve of the Sea, it seems we were born both tempted and temptress.

    “caught helplessly in the languid net of their sigh” . I do believe that is
    the answer!

    Graceful and lovely, and so much enjoyed,

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Sarah

    Your kind words and enthusiasm toward this poem are so deeply felt and appreciated!

    Again thank you!
    My Best always,
    wendy

    Like

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