The Mermaid (Part One)

The evening was cool

and the sky was so clear

while ripples of waves

were all I could hear

The moon shone bright

and stars twinkled on high

when from out of nowhere

came so seductive a sigh

I looked out to sea

to whence the sound came

and my eyes did believe

they were playing a game

For as waves lapped around

a rock out at sea

a beautiful vision

was sat staring at me

Naked as love

she sat all alone

on that rising edifice

of black granite stone

Her body so wondrous

that I shook with such lust

but a smile so pure

that my thoughts were unjust

Her hair was entangled

with kelp luscious green 

that protected her modesty

oh what a scene

It hung down over breasts

so excitingly full

covering the parts

that are made to enthral

My mind quickly taken

by this girl of my dreams

though as I looked closer

all was not as it seems

For legs this beauty

was completely bereft

and a long fishy tail

was all she had left

Then with a smile

that made my heart still

she slipped into the water

and I saw she was real

For she dived like a dolphin

under azure sea

and all that was left

were the ripples and me

The End........or is it?

The Mermaid (Part Two)

The man with the tear soaked eyes walked along the beach for the thousandth time. 

His hands were shaking and his lips quivering in the cold as he constantly looked out to sea, where was she, would she ever return, would she mend his broken heart.

He had but caught a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as she preened herself on that ancient granite rock, and a glimpse was all it had taken as he was now completely besotted by this angel from the deep.

Even now, weeks after the event he could still see every tiny detail of his wondrous vision. 

The sparkling blue eyes that outshone the sun, and the kelp entangled hair that glistened with the reflection from the moon. Her heaving breasts that had caused the man in him to want her body for his own sexual pleasures, and that oh so innocent smile that had replaced the pure animal lust within him with a more protective desire to take her in his arms and cherish her.

He had not kept her appearance a secret, he had told everyone he had met, and he had talked and talked and talked. 

He wanted to tell everyone about his dream girl, his mermaid from the deep, his beautiful fish tailed siren. 

But would they listen to him? The answer was no, a resounding no! 

He was laughed at, ridiculed, pointed at and made out to be the village idiot, and all just because he wanted to share what he had seen. 

But he didn't care, he would see her again, he knew he would see her again, he had to see her again. Otherwise, well otherwise he would go crazy.

Another tear ran down his face as he once again looked at the vacant rock where his angel had once sat. 

He realised that maybe they were right, maybe he was mad, just a demented old fool, someone that had let his dreams overtake reality. 

His heart wrenched tear fell to the sand and along with his hopes and dreams soaked into nothingness.

He turned away and looked no more. 

He must preserve his sanity at all costs. 

So he walked away and returned to the boredom of his sad uneventful life.

This meant that he was not there an hour later when a ripple formed in the water, as a dream like beauty pulled herself from the sea and perched on her favourite granite rock. 

She looked around, but he was not there. 

Maybe it was her imagination but she was sure she had seen love in his eyes.

Maybe if she waited he would return.

But no she thought to herself, she was being foolish. 

She slipped off the rock once more and plunged deep into the dark forbidding sea, back to reality she told herself, back in the water where nobody could see her tears.



The End