Mermaid

She is prisoner to her nature.

Ocean is far too heavy a word

For her home is not a great destructive weight

Birds fight and flap and force themselves to fly

When she simply swims in her

Liquid sky.

 

Neither man nor beast could ever

Conceive such a creature

Life is too concrete a word

To describe her

Existence.

 

She may say she feels weightless with

The water caressing her limbs

But obscured by waves she grows more and more

Desperate to reach

The shore.

 

Born wrong, entirely wrong

This place is not a kingdom, it's a trap

No matter where you swim

You will

Always sink.

 

To fill the hunger in her black heart

Which is encased by slippery seaweed ribs

She uses her beauty as a weapon

To lure in

A love stricken sailor.

 

And though the seaweed ribs have grown ill

Exposing a salt-stained heart of coal

Forever and ever she'll sing her siren's song

As she consumes a man

With every meal.

Author's Note

I would like to know what you think of the style and the writing. I hope it flowed well, please leave any opinions I really need them.

Reviews

[zainul]

The experts on prosody will critique thoroughly.
As a layman,I certify this piece as wonderful and enjoyable.
It flowed well and shares a lovely message too.
Are you happy with these observations?
Speak out,please

[Nevena]

I'm very happy to hear that Zainul, thank you for the kind review! Expert or not I read several of your pieces (I haven't had time to see many yet) and they were very nicely written, so I appreciate that your opinion.
Nevena

[zainul]

Thank you Nevena for the honest feeling.
I said it because I did not study literature in higher level.
Your poetic works are wonderful.
I will read the others as time permits.
Best luck,
Zainul