Death of a Mermaid

by kbware7
sand sculpture ATT10
from Photobucket
originally uploaded here

Ascend no dances on her hair-
She’s ensconced by her seabed chi,
A circular strand of sandcone
Like a stalagmite reaching
Through the sea coined roses, daisies.
Her hand beetles away like frightened
Seagulls on a rift of air.
She’s going to heal less as
A deaf mermaid amid earthed foam.
Spent waves sang one conversation
In this cenotaph sea where
Death was forever left away.
Clouds came in believing deaths
Content in dying her moon.

1 comment:

Naquillity said...

lissa said...

I read it as a mermaid's death doesn't mean much, just like everyday life where things come and go, nothing is really permanent, a bit sad reading this

Monday, April 28, 2008
Anonymous Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

"Ascend no dances on her hair" is a great first line, Michelle.

Monday, April 28, 2008
Anonymous Carole said...

What a fantastic description: A circular strand of sandcone/Like a stalactite reaching/Through the sea coined roses, daisies'. Very sad though. there seems to be an inevitability about her death.

Monday, April 28, 2008
Blogger Noah The Great said...

I really like how you brought it to life.

Monday, April 28, 2008
Blogger Remiman said...

She seems resigned to her fate doesn't she?

Monday, April 28, 2008
Blogger Greyscale Territory said...

"Cenotaph sea" is just an incredible thought. Love how symbolism and reality walk hand in hand.


Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Anonymous christine said...

I really like hand "beetles" away. Very vivid movement. You've created a character here, a mythological mermaid.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

July 5, 2008 at 10:43 AM
Anonymous Scott Clawson said...

This poem brought to mind to me the scenario of a beached whale on a distant shore. I felt while reading it that maybe a whale would have the same sadness and helplessness. Silly huh? :-)

September 1, 2008 at 10:48 AM