Poem: Mermaid

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MERMAID

They found the mermaid the morning after.
She was the colour of homemade toffee, burnt
in places, mellow in others. Her hair fragile
as flax. Her beautiful, brittle fins. When the man
who found her, lifting the seaweed veiling her face,
knelt at her hip, his breath like broken glass, she
looked to him like she would crumble to the touch.

Around him, the shore lay shattered like the
heart of a woman who knows her mother has
turned against her. He traced with hands anxious
with liquor the aghast shape of her jaw. Her bones.
Her ribs like stacked haloes, her tough browned
skin. The delicate, exquisite patterns of her scales.
The sharp, ridged points at which her tail flared
into a crescent, a sinewed handheld fan.

His tears came slowly, at first, and then in little
detonations of despair. The first lesson of the ocean,
he had always known, was reciprocity. What the
mother took from mortals, she would return in
equal fervour. Her sleeping child coiled into
the tentacles of weed and debris, sucked deep
within the womb and expelled like so many other
bodies. He listened to her roar then and heard not
cruelty, not death, but hideous, intolerable grief.

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16 responses »

  1. curiously, an american online friend of mine recently wrote a poem called mermaid too, but her poem is more of the man eater sort of allegrory. I posted the poem on my blog. whata coincidence!

  2. I too have a thing for the archetype of the Mermaid. I love the last line, it moved me.
    Thank you so much.

  3. “Her ribs like stacked haloes”

    WOW.

    Only you could look at a disgusting picture like that and find a way to make it beautiful.

  4. Sharanya,
    I discovered your blog by accident.

    Your poetry, and your talent, are incandescent. You are going to be a star in the literary firmament!

    Let us know when you publish – I would gladly buy the first few copies.

  5. i saw this myself a while back.. but you not only saw it you heard it cry out to you… to beg to be brought to life… bravo… and excellent piece of work….

  6. Dear Sharanya,

    I found your poems and your blog via Ultra Violet.

    You are my new favorite poet.

    The way you weave words, like silk and razor wire.

    Thank you.

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