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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