the mermaid bobs with the rising tide
her hair gaining weight with tempted water
flotsam in a silver sun
her movements fluid in retrospect
scales of injustice riffled undone.
the ambulance throbs with pulsating light
a beacon on the scattered beach
and a stretcher is gently lowered,
the mermaids' dream just out of reach..
clever! nice twist in the middle taking it from fantasy to reality. also like flotsam in a silver sun, its a lovely line.
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M.C. Newberry
Fri 18th Sep 2015 15:30
An intriguing vignette of...suicide? accident?...and the
immediate aftermath.