Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Seatale..



















He watches as she sits
in golden light
of the morning sun,
holding a mirror,
watching herself
as she brushes her long auburn hair
She's his most gifted muse,
crucial to his spinning tales -
putting his own book on a shelf

Her skin is like pearls,
her silhouette glows
Andorian blue
By night, her sea green eyes
compliment
her long shiny flowing locks,
haloed by a glowing
red evening fire -
stealing his confidence

Her hair curls around her hips
as she lies sideways
on the slippery fishing dock
She stirs the water with
her tail of green and amber scales,
slips into the river
and swims away,
propelled by her tri-folded tail fin -
in spite of his wails
                                                
She leaves the harbor as sun sets,
heads into a storm
of flaring red waves
Using her aquatic talents to return,
to become the story
of an immortal mermaid,
rendering him helpless to create  -
his next yarn or allegory

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14 comments:

  1. oy - ya know... i wouldn't want to be dependent on her... she sounds quite excentric - ha maybe how she behaves is part of the fascination he has for her but... i prefer my muse to be a comrade that i can steal horses with - smiles

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  2. You have described her beautifully! And his obsession with her comes through; maybe it is not healthy and she knows the power she weilds. But what a mesmerizing muse to have.

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  3. The muse of the mermaids hair flowing swimmingly to around the beauty of sea and shore..below.. above..washing away the tears of stinging pain for ever now..:)

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  4. Oh we went similar way here.. there is something so special in that hair of the mermaid.. wonderful but I feel that it's hard to depend on the sea like that.

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  5. He is lucky to have that muse, but oh what a possessive muse she can be ~ its hard not to move on to another story ~

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  6. ha. what a character she is...to see a real mermaid...a glimpse into that magic....would be really cool...
    i def would want to be no more dependent on her than i am a muse....but...
    can i see a dragon as well?

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  7. It is the great hair image isn't it? Lovely.

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  8. she has him wrapped around her finger... smiles. I love how you described the mermaid. If they are real, I'd imagine they'd be a little creepy. heheh

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  9. I enjoyed the voice you used in writing this--sort of like the unconcerned observer. And strong descriptions, Kathy.

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  10. I liked the strong visualizations here, I could really picture her in my mind's eye.

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  11. I can picture this, Kathy. Lovely descriptions carried me away.

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  12. Our muses, whatever form they take, can certainly be quite fickle!

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  13. I like the way you told this tale. Beautifully writ.

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