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Unhappy Mermaid
Contributed by
RAGEyourDREAM
on
Sunday, 24th September 2006 @ 06:03:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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It is midsummer and outside the irritating cicadas purr,
the febrile wind pulses, the swelling sea heaves emptilly.
Through a cracked window, he'll watch her feet drag through the sand.
Lithe body will remove her dress and let it blow away, staring upon the waters she'll never enter again.
The transformation triggered by the dusk
reflects on the night of the hazy moon.
Like the waves on the rocks she crashes into the dirt.
Tears connecting with the ground, she writhes, arm outstretched, fingers twisting through the cold sand.
Paint her lips red, so that it might happen again.
Moving closer,
Licked by the salty sea breeze,
the open cut above his eyebrow begins to sting.
Tomorrow already holds the first inkling of a numb new day.
It is midsummer and the butterflies begin to die.
Black ribbons of hair pulse in the undulating wind.
Grass sways over and back, tauntingly, like the ebb and flow of the water lapping upon the shore,
come closer.
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Re: Unhappy Mermaid
(User Rating: 1 ) by lostinmyself on
Sunday, 24th September 2006 @ 06:13:07 PM AEST (User
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In a funny way this reminds me of the disney film The Little Mermaid
The imagery in this is fantastic. It's like reading froma story, of sorts. I especially like the two end stanzas, the end ones first two lines really caught me and the imagery and metaphor of the last line... fantastic.
Well done.
*hugs*
Phil xxx |
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