The Mermaid And Her Lover - Poem by Oskar Hansen
The mermaid and her Lover.
The mermaid is so sad her head just above water,
she had a raw sardine for her lunch, it was bland.
It didn´t used to be like this when she met a man
Who could no longer sail the oceans and sat on
a stone throwing pebbles into the water.
And they talked all night until her skin dried and
she had to go back to sea. He built her a swimming
pool for two and every night he came to her and
frolicked and ate fried sardines and drank red wine.
But he married a woman of the land one with hair
dresser mop and she didn´t want “her” in the pool.
The sailor wrapped her in a wet blanket carried her
down to the sea and softly let her go; but she clung
to him dragged him into the sea, alas, he drowned.
The coroner said it was suicide.
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