Mir-Maids, Of The Deep, Blue Mirth. Poem by Michael Gale

Mir-Maids, Of The Deep, Blue Mirth.



Mermaids sunning upon yonder rocks, splashed from sea to sea...
What angelic vision, be doth ye?

Beautified harbor from thy land and seascape...
Imagination's happily scene scape.

Lighthouse slumbered blues...
Beams lighted through and through your, intimate views.

Seascape's Princess of the blue hued birth...
Merrily ye make men happiest in the emerald liquid mirth.

Trident's angered jealousy wife...
Neptune's unexcused excuses for a well angered wife, embedded with strife.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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