Mermaid - Poem by Morgan Michaels
There it was- an image
made of droplets, bringing itself intofocus
the watery isomer of an idea
Tail, head, tail, tail, head.
ancient enigma, not reallly pretty,
Was it dangerous? Could it see me?
indirectly, I saw, only in the water's glass,
if I wished it to.
'Choose', said the hologram,
like a a hand cupping my head.
Where to focus?
therewas the muscular tail
that could knock a man clean
across a quarterdeck,
its flukes ragged and split
banging the floorboards,
its glitter revived by a bucket of sea-water
The sickening barnacles, sea worts, the loathesome remoras,
stuck to it like growths
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