Today, I wanted to bring you something a little bit different while I work away on a book review and the next Ingredient House for you.
This is a poem that has been brewing away on the edges of my mind for a little while.
I hope you enjoy it.
If you do, I would be honoured if you let me know by commenting, replying to or ‘liking’ this edition in the ribbon at the top (in email) or bottom (in the browser).
The Mermaid
She was a mermaid I could tell
by the way she drank
brine straight from the pickle jar
parched earth to rain
after the long
and hot dry.
She was a mermaid I knew
because when
I pressed my ear to her
sleeping mouth
I could hear a hushing sound
of waves against shore
fro and to.
She was a mermaid surely
for she sang
melodies echoing
a siren song of chimes
calling to me always
calling for me.
Mermaid she wanted to be
the water whispering to her softly
glittering
return to me
travelling to piqued ears on the edge
of the breeze.
Mermaid she had to be
for I could
not look away as the curtain
of her bright gold hair fell over me
coral lips parted
moving slowly.
Mermaid she was as
by the foaming salty sea
always she would run
to the shoreline and dip
in her long toes
excitedly.
Mermaid she could no longer be
toes dancing
but never transforming to the tail
necessary to live in the sea
smile now turning down into
melancholy.
Mermaid she no longer was
cast ashore
her longing to return to
the form she used to be
hidden from her
withheld by the sea.
By Jessica Neal
Really interesting poem!! I really liked it. I felt like it was quite metaphorical at the start about like maybe loss of innocence but then maybe it seemed more literal at the end?? Great job thank you for sharing.
Beautiful 🥰