She stands there motionless,
gazing out to sea,
as if under a magic spell,
Mesmerized, enchanted, enthralled.
Soggy wafer cone
poised yet forgotten
in sticky fingers,
warm ice-cream rivulets
trickle down her arm.
And still she stands there motionless,
gazing out to sea.
Swaying waves, gentle froth,
the water shimmers and sparkles.
Is it the dance of the setting sun?
The flicker and splash of scaly fishtails?
Or can she see the mermaids
as they frolic and play?
The enchanting scene;
a pleasure to behold.
But I wish that I could see
what she sees,
As she stands there motionless,
gazing out to sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An atmospheric poem. I was there with her and wanting to know what she was looking at.