The Fish Mermaid

Through the waves of all of the air that collided she ripped through grapes of water as the boat subsided She fell on the floor after she was caught Rolled out was a blanket to wrap her up She literally cautioned all that were shocked a jolting shout as she was flipping about She cannot sit since she is a fish During the holidays it will be her one Christmas wish She will never stand in zero degree air Or sit tired by the fireplace with wet hair For Snapping, rancid and crinkled away, she will be if they dare relax by the fire or the ice for just one day Photographs all of the past, of a present, lay on the table in front of the fireplace, made of oak wood, as if in a stable One stood out about a mermaid like her in white fabric and brown suit whilst her legs fins no more