The mermaid who wanted legs
She longed to dance and walk
The mermaid who wanted legs
She sat on the rock
where the waves pulled away
listening to footsteps she could never obey
the cliffs were tall, the shore so near
yet all she knew was the sea to fear
Her scales were heavy, her tail a chain
each tide returned her to the same refrain
she dreamed of fields
where the grasses bend
but water was all that would never end
She watched the ships
loved their painted sails
their songs were soft like forgotten tales
men walked with ease on the solid stone
she whispered their steps in a voice alone
Her eyes grew dark as the gulls took flight
she prayed for legs in the dead of night
to dance on the earth where the lilies grow
yet bound she remained
where the waters flow
The stars gave no answer,
the moon no grace
her longing etched deep in a hollow face
the sea had claimed her,
it would not forgive
for dreaming of places she could not live
So she leaned on the rocks, the storm winds cried
and the waves drew near
like a groom to a bride
her sorrow unspoken, her silence drowned
a mermaid who wished for the forbidden ground
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
How sad for a wish that will never happen. In an odd way it kind of reminded me of an old Twilight Zone episode where a mermaid wanted feet, but in the end, she had the head of a fish. Good work on the poem.
Marie, this is excellent. What a beautiful but sad poem. Your imagination is endless.