~A Mermaid's Tale~

~A Wyld Sea Witch surrendering to the Ninth Wave of the Goddess ~

~Calling to Her~

Wild woman

Has Hybrid lore

Feral to the bone

Renewed each turn of moon tide

Her name is home

      ~ ~ ~   ~ ~ ~

~Tracking~

You lay traps for me

Shining things that caught another,

Polished with charm

Spring locked with anger

But I sense them

You think you see me,

outlined in some place

A chalk line

Etched

Naked

White against the stone

So you stalk

You wait

in stillness

You think you hear me

But I walk past you

You  seek me in your sleep

And in your dreams you have me

But I see through your chameleon skin

Beyond the words like polished stones,

each one well honed with usage ,

given to others to weigh their drowning.

 I take my leave of you

with empty pockets

 a free heart

 ~  ~    ~    ~   ~  ~

She says

Though you sense me I only come when you howl loudly

but when you laugh I am there also, for each moment

passes just the same no matter how you claw and gnaw at them.

Connected to all

I am

All

In the magic of the five senses

but especially in the sixth

3 Comments »

  goldenferi wrote @

This is really quite beautiful.

  janetleigh wrote @

Oh, I’m loving your words, Mermaid. Fresh and original, full of wisdom, like an old soul here to teach us. Thanks for your words today. janetleigh..:)

  mermaidsmuse wrote @

Thank you Janet !


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