Merman
He loves the salt inside me.
Cures my grieving with an unguent
made from starfish limbs and foam.
He trolls oceanic depths,
tidepools I cannot enter.
His silhouette stains a scrim of clouds.
I enter through his singing,
ancient chords, discordant tones.
Myth still intact, I surrender.
No one marks my vigils,
nights I give over to scrying
over piers and jetties.
I write my name on currents
of ocean water and wait
for my lover to surface.
by Gerard Wozek
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Categories: Water
Thanks for this unusual and excellent poem, Gerard — and I felt it was even better when experienced through your fine reading.
What a profound experience of the merman, and of the love you feel to be able to articulate this in such a potent, yet gentle way. I loved your reading. It adds more depth to the poem. Thank you Gerard. I hope to hear you in Paris in July 2009!
Abra
What an atmospheric reading of a fine poem — thank you.
Gerard, I have always been enamored with mermen and your poem awakens in me that sensual longing to be with one.
Years ago I was fortunate enough to have found a Merman pendant in sterling silver. Oh it is gorgeous!