Gently Combing Golden Locks
An ethereal vision
Iridescent her hues
Locks of spun gold
A mermaid I'm told
This mythical creature
from Atlantis it's been said
In the blink of an eye
In the minutest breath
In the tenderest heart beat
I was feeling bereft
Did I really catch a glimpse
or was it wishful thinking
Searching the horizon
with eyelids a blinking
No signs were left
There was nothing - no inkling
As searching in vain
For proof she had been there
upon some distant rocks
gently combing golden locks
21st September 2019
Contest Name: MERMAIDS
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest Strand Select 10
Sponsor Brian Strand
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Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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