Heeding the Call
Freya was not quite sure whether she dreamt or floated in a bubble of hope
Her anchor cut loose the compass’ needle bent and stuck in past of beyond
A mouldy flare with no flair a life vest punctured and riddled with sea weed
She felt like a discarded cork from an old bottle but where was the message
Bobbing up and down more submerged than afloat Freya drifted away
Was she jetsam intentionally thrown overboard or flotsam lost by chance
Not that it mattered much she felt rather weightless in the swirl of the sea
The harbour drifted away and the lighthouse got smaller in the fog of her soul
Freya rode the crest of wild waters and had no charts for the journey ahead
No sails and no steam only the pure energy of the white wash of the waves
She flowed past buoys ship wrecks and cutters on the far-fetched horizon
Seemed to make no progress no island of respite no land for her shores
Seagulls got fewer and fewer but she came upon a dolphin leading the way
A single jellyfish with glowing tentacles brushes the bracelet on her ankle
While the sharks were not hungry she regained an appetite for her life
Salt parched her skin but the sun had dried all tears that had torn her apart
The festering boils that had boiled her inside healed from purulent ooze
‘I am naked my hair is entangled my mind and my bosom closer to home’
Anger and sorrow laved and cleansed her wounds of scarred scared sadness
When light dawned after another long night of waiting for imminent rescue
She opened her eyes and looked at webs on her hands and lush fins on her toes
‘I am a mermaid a maiden of the ocean and if this is a dream I’ll follow its call’
01st March 2019
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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