Mourning shore

If you look out to sea
for long enough,
one uncalled day
the shoreline will be witness
to a mermaid’s tragedy;
her fins snared in nets
dicarded, beyond repair.
Her last hours cast
too high upon the sands,
shifting dunes entombing
her unsalvaged hair.

I know this,
for today’s tideline
leaves behind scales,
beautiful in their iridescence,
colours which betray
human kind
as being a few earthy hues
and no more than that,
seen when the sun
returns to reveal
the tide withdrawn.

Under moonlight
ripples become waves,
and waves become myths;
the sea’s untamed daughters
once again to circle
the cruel, mortal isles.


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