Mermaid
my tail
floating in a tidal storm
mermaid
I was beautiful
my long hair
resting on my breasts
seaweed
riding my waist
you stole my heart
I loved the cool green
to bluing waters
the glimmers of timeless coupling
the sailing vessels of
Greek
Phoenician
Egyptian
Hebrew
Etruscan
Trojan
from which you
carelessly appeared
the blue Aegean waters in meeting
the restless Mediterranean waves
I swam
I sang
waiting for you
my love boiling
Deborah
Kerner
Deborah Kerner is a poet and painter living in Ojai, California. Her poems have recently appeared in Bluepepper, Mad Swirl and Rabid Oak.
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Poetry
Really nice work.
ReplyDeleteyou are kinda of pushing with that photo but then again it does somewhat match lines that are bordering on risque. maybe i should slap both your hands.
ReplyDeletethanks for your patronage. in the strictly literary sense, "only nixon could go to china." mar
Deleteit is summer for lord's sake let's lighten up a little. for laugh's sake this month's issue has penis and breast mentioned. both in context and tasteful. as well as the art. these editors hold the line on shock value.
ReplyDeletethank you, ursula, high praise indeed. we just try to stick to the art; i am not interested in moral arbitrating in the journal mainly because there is no argument to be had. if the guidelines state -- nothing graphic, that's what it means. it does not mean an absence of sexuality or rigorous romantic content like "mermaid." we have limitations and frankly if readers want or need more all they have to do is turn on the television. This is art. That usually is not. mar
Deletei am not complaining about the poem or the pic. wish you had more.
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