A beauty as the foggy sea
hide from me and make me see
what's closer
time in waves
a sun spot shown
a waivers glimpse to feel at home
and then the clouded veil does fall and i am halved
but my chin breaks salty skin
and trust i have with one light dimmed
and with this broken lamp i place
reflect like glass into dark windowed space
the hopes and dreams of the shadowed few
whose veins and matter and teeth bites
and don’t see the daylight
or even half of it
and sink into clammed mud and stone
where I have not known
turn and toil though i may
my sand scorn window of dismay
and when i creek and croak from sleep
await the promise to do or die
to shutter open what’s inside
and steady to see how brave I have to be today
will the blue, black red and green
details on the mezzanine
gift their presence or abscond
leave me with dark glasses on
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Sinjin Lee
poet and pastel artist with intermittent blindness in one eye and a love of welsh ponies and siamese cats.
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The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Fiction
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