Swimming, splashing, sexy siren,
in the oceans of my mind.
Sparkling scales reflect the sunlight,
stare too long and I'll go blind.
Upper torso, skin of satin,
face with silky hair outlined.
Singing sweetly to seduce me,
songs of freedom unconfined;
songs of such exotic settings,
distant from the daily grind.
I would gladly chase this vision,
soon surrender to her spell;
soothe the ache from worlds not vanquished,
cushioned by the foamy swell;
spend forever, so enchanted,
in the arms of mademoiselle.
Lucid moments say I'm crazy;
danger lurks where mermaids dwell.
Though my soul may be the forfeit,
still the ending's yet to tell.
The source of this myth is probably the dream of a drunken or scurvy ridden sailor. Why we are writing romantic poetry about such a grotesque creature is beyond me. Unless we are writing about a Manatee–they are so cute!
Ron
Enjoyed this alot..
Best wishes, Diana..