Sandy Mermaid
Held together with sunshine and tears
I slept, napping on the pool-strewn beach
Splashing feet drew near
Yet, I lay sleeping and placid
Children arrived to envelop me
Dumping buckets of sand
Carving with hands
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Built a tail around my legs
Scalloping scales traced
Poured on a bikini,
Flung down wild salty hair,
Refashioned the outside of me
Laid the inside bare
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A mermaid carved from
Shimmering green sand
Eroded and thrashed
Tide slowly overtaking
As I prayed for relief
Gradually dissolved
Into the reef
All of me melted into the sea
Beneath the dressing
Left behind
Not a shred of humanity
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I float, I ebb, I ripple apart
A conch filled and emptied
With the tide
Grains of my life
Floating worldwide
Abandoned to the current
No shape or guide
Churning to the surface
Bubbling up
Just foam on the top of the ocean
Till my time has expired
K. B. Silver
The picture at the top, and these here below, were taken on my honeymoon in Gold Beach, Oregon. The beach there is this beautiful gold-green due to the large deposits of what I believe are serpentinite eroded into the sand. I brought back a couple of small stones. One I worked into a piece of jewelry, the other I kept as a decorative piece.
Gold Beach is at the mouth of the Rogue River. It washes Gold and other gems and precious placer down the cascades, where Indigenous Peoples and eventually invasive settlers would take up mining. Panning for Gold and stones like jasper right out of the river. When we visited, we saw people panning for gold and could buy supplies if we so wished. We didn't on our honeymoon, but I have always been a huge fan of geology. I've visited a couple of dozen caves and other top-side mining sites so far. I hope to one day get to go back and do a bit more rock hunting.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argentoβs ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and heβd already received his fatherβs gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his βgift.β
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Wow, this flows so beautifully! Your connection to Gold Beach and the serpentinite sands adds a lovely earthy touch. π