Mermaid

 


Mermaid



my tail 
floating in a tidal storm
mermaid
I was beautiful
my long hair 
resting on my breasts
seaweed 
riding my waist
you stole my heart
I loved the cool green
to bluing waters
the glimmers of timeless coupling
the sailing vessels of 
Greek 
Phoenician 
Egyptian 
Hebrew 
Etruscan
Trojan
from which you 
carelessly appeared
the blue Aegean waters in meeting 
the restless Mediterranean waves
I swam 
I sang
waiting for you
my love boiling


 

Deborah Kerner

 

Deborah Kerner is a poet and painter living in Ojai, California. Her poems have recently appeared in Bluepepper, Mad Swirl and Rabid Oak.

6 Comments

  1. you are kinda of pushing with that photo but then again it does somewhat match lines that are bordering on risque. maybe i should slap both your hands.

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    1. thanks for your patronage. in the strictly literary sense, "only nixon could go to china." mar

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  2. it is summer for lord's sake let's lighten up a little. for laugh's sake this month's issue has penis and breast mentioned. both in context and tasteful. as well as the art. these editors hold the line on shock value.

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    1. thank you, ursula, high praise indeed. we just try to stick to the art; i am not interested in moral arbitrating in the journal mainly because there is no argument to be had. if the guidelines state -- nothing graphic, that's what it means. it does not mean an absence of sexuality or rigorous romantic content like "mermaid." we have limitations and frankly if readers want or need more all they have to do is turn on the television. This is art. That usually is not. mar

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  3. i am not complaining about the poem or the pic. wish you had more.

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