A Mermaid can Dream
The brunette smile withdrew into her dream world,
as goldenrod sun melted away in storm.
The petrichor-scented parasol thus twirled,
aft’ windswept fall of sailor, in uniform,
upon her sand, carried on where lightning hurled.
This seaman-salt, seasoned with charm, keeps her warm.
Fantastical, a mermaid can dream, can’t she?
How unlikely, her tale be true, but could be?
But turns the tide, a sailor is in tugboat,
her flotsam hair gets caught on cutie’s tugline.
She’s wiled him, but her song gets snared in her throat.
Sea water’s foaming; her tail’s thrashing at spine.
Her wild world’s drenched. She needs a dreamboat-raincoat.
Comes back to earth, sits he, on blanket with wine.
Fantastical, a mermaid can dream, can’t she?
How unlikely, her tale be true, but could be?
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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