The ShoreA Poem by Heather ClaytonI met him on the beach, we both were walking our dogs and we happen to run into each other. Finding out we are both sixteen really meant something. We both live in Ireland.
He was Devon and I was Julia. He had a kind of blonde hair and freckles that made him look cute, not like my dark long hair and pale skin. But I was different than him.
One day he stayed over at my place and we had almost kissed.
"Who do you like?" He said as he dared me.
"Silly!" I said.
"No, really. Who do you like?"
"Nobody."
"I don't believe you." Devon said laughing.
"Okay, I do like someone, but I won't say his name." I held my lips pursed.
I never got to tell him that I liked him. I was too shy.
But fate changed our lives forever.
It was an overcast day and the wind was blistery, yet I went to walk the dog. The next thing I know I see a body along the shore and someone gasping for help in the water.
I took after them and noticed the blonde hair; it was my friend, Devon.
"Devon!!" I screamed.
I didn't know what to do, so I jumped into the water to save my drowning friend.
When I entered the water it happened.
My legs turned into fins. I swam out to him past the rocks.
I quickly grabbed him and held onto him tight.
He spat water out of his mouth.
"J...Julia..." Devon muttered.
Then I placed him on the shore and stayed back in the water.
He wiped the salt from his face and looked at me.
My fish tail was on display in the murky water, you could see the silouette.
"I didn't know you were a mermaid." He said.
"Yes, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you. Friends tell each other these things." I said.
"But you are a very beautiful and brave mermaid. What else have you not told me?" He asked.
"I love you very much, Devon. That is the truth." I said.
So we spent a few years together and then we got married and had ourselves a little mer-child.
As we were on the beach on a sunny day, I saw my daughter's fins for the first time, a beautiful blue-green.
As I looked at Devon I knew I was happy. And our family secret was kept a secret. © 2013 Heather Clayton |
AuthorHeather ClaytonSpring, TXAboutHello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..Writing
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