It's a Mermaid's Moon;
See the ripples like water,
Try to hear the splashing
And faint tinkling laughter.
The clouds are hiding
The mermaid's fun;
They don't come play
Under burning sun.
I see their shadows
In the sunset's glow-
It makes me glad
I can see the show.
Hide and seek
Is among their games
But mermaids rarely
Play the same again.
Their favorite game
In the ocean blue,
Is to catch a man
And to steal his shoes.
They'll play with shoes
All day, so beware them
Maybe its because
They've no feet to wear them?
Shoes. I can relate to that..lol Barefoot is best just in case...iip And good for you on your fine writing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti there is no doubt al all, you do sneak away at times and go into that magic phone booth and change into the mermaid that you really are.... What a fun poem.................... Jim Troy