My Mermaid

A friend of mine, asked me to sculpt a 40'' high mermaid, 
for her home. When she sent me a description of what 
She should look like, I first wrote this.


To the lady of the Sea

I come at night to hear her sing

There is nothing I can hide

She seems to know most everything


Can she see into my soul

And feel the feelings dwelling there

When she takes me by my hand

And I touch her sparkling hair


With lips so soft and wet

And eyes of sea foam green

Is she love from high above 

Or a temping evil fiend


She leads me from a rocky shoal 

As we slip beneath the waves

It'st true,  that I will never know

I gave life, to be her slave.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Gulley Avatar
June 4, 2014 at 8:31 PM
I like this too. I find it hard not to like anything you write, especially because you seem to most often mention my favorite color green.
Gulley Avatar
June 4, 2014 at 8:32 PM
They call me the greenbutterfly
Delaney Avatar
April 18, 2014 at 2:45 AM
I love Mermaid poems....thanks for this little gem. SuZ
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April 9, 2014 at 6:53 PM
I like how you are inspired by your friends, Jerry, the poem's amazing, and captivating, the way you gave life and connect with the words... xox~ Linda
A   Avatar
April 10, 2014 at 6:51 AM
:) good morning, Jerry, sweet reply
Curtis Avatar
April 10, 2014 at 6:49 AM
I owe most all my poetry to being inspired by others, especially in the Soup, thanks for the complement
Nance Avatar
April 9, 2014 at 7:43 AM
awesome. I love the description of your mermaid. Very cool
Curtis Avatar
April 10, 2014 at 6:51 AM
Thank you Casarah, One never know how other will like their work.
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