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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Contest · #1080338
If you're thinking of becoming a mermaid...
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each
I do not think that they will sing to me.
T.S. Eliot

to wannabe mermaids...

The Irish merrows still sing each to each,
deep to deep, sounding a tight, fresh, slithery soul groove.
Though Lord Jesus beat us, smashed us down to the ocean floor,
some still hear us, our cris de coeurs.
Hollywood and Disney believe we need love.
Give us ecstasy, not theology, less pollution
to keep our silvery tails.
We lap up dreams like water reflecting the moon.
Live unfettered, undiluted by showers of common grace,
no need of happily ever after,
we toast ourselves, webbed fingers curled about clouds of green beer.
Settled in the silt, we live in the happily now.
Listen, a gentle, blossoming breeze is beginning...

Author's Note: Merrows are Irish mermaids..often believed to be pagan women who refused to convert to Christianity.

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