Thursday, 25 November 2010

Polar Mermaid

She swims diagonally down
Past the blue to the gray
Past the gray to the gray scale

The tendrils of a sea anenome wave hello
to the mermaid and a capricorn seahorse
A calibrated soot
Passes night into day and day into night
Presses pebbles of air against the underside of ice
Presses a child's face against the pane to see the sharks.

A tip of iceberg in her fin
A shipwrecked vessel: Bottle of gin
Still sealed in the hold of the diver
gentle din...never tried her

A tomb of scientific pride
Seeking information
Too far, too wide

An anchor rotting deep within the easy reach of home

Decode the intimate
Echoes of whales
Seeking partners
Sonar, Radar
Sixth sense
Sixpence

An anchor rotting deep within the easy reach of home
And all the roads that never lead to Rome



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