Mermaids

Moonlit cove in half-light bathed,

Of jagged rock and foam edged wave

where sailors flock from journeys long

In search of mystic siren song.

Fair temptress loft on clouds of stone

Amid the halls of poseidon's throne,

Of golden hair and pleasing form

Where love sick souls in two are torn.

And consort to wise eidoethea be

This cunning maiden of the sea,

Where love may lie, there peril sleeps,

Yet safe of heart our sorrow keeps.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

drowning in love...or transforming because of it...love that is fantasy seems safer than what is real...i think Emily Dickinson imagined that because all of her lovers were "imagined"----
j.