There Is A Place (Seaweed) Poem by Katerina Val

There is a place

called carnival with seaweed

where the mermaids knit miracle wounds with their damaged hands

and sing quietly screaming for the moon

with grey voices of contempt

when its reddish wings are done



There is a place

called feast of the sun

there the refugees of the caves

hid their pain and their pride

and the tiny fragments of loss

that got stuck on the golden hair of the tortured sirens



Now they kill to touch the infinite

today their home is called a place’

somewhere in the sea, somewhere under the golden straws of the sun

that are vomited by the loss of the shipwrecked

and where a place could be called as infinite

Is replaced with the reckless sentiments of waste

that happiness might have left behind

if they ever got to define such a thing



Said the seaman as his laughing whiskers moved.