Fairy Tales #2

This one was part of a massive poetry writing night. I believe I wrote four or five in one evening, though I did go back and edit liberally later. This picture's colors didn't translate well, the spray is supposed to be blue, not yellow, and the background should be grey, oh well.

Little Mermaid

I have no voice to speak my love;

the price I paid to stand by your side.

I must die unless love is returned,

but you have chosen another bride.

There is but one hope left for me

if I am to return to my home in the sea.

I must stab your sleeping heart

with the Sea Witch's cruel knife

and you blood drip on my human legs,

to return to my mermaid life.

But I love you

so I can't.

Formless now, I return to the sea,

my loving spirit in the churning foam.

So feel the spray as a kiss from me,

the mermaid who couldn't go home.

April 2002