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July 8, 2008

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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  1. July 8, 2008 at 11:21 am

    Thanks for this unusual and excellent poem, Gerard — and I felt it was even better when experienced through your fine reading.

  2. Abra Walsh
    July 13, 2008 at 1:01 pm

    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!


  3. Ivy
    July 15, 2008 at 4:02 pm

    What an atmospheric reading of a fine poem — thank you.

  4. July 18, 2008 at 1:55 pm

    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!

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