Mermaid (Poetry)

woman sitting in pond near sandy hills in foggy weather

I wonder how girl dreams of being a mermaid

To never have to walk about, swim gracefully without aid

To wear nothing but a seashell bra, to show only skin

Innocent and free sea nymphs with no care or sin

Long flowing locks of reds, oranges, and golden hues

Or perhaps exotic shades like violets, pinks, and blues

Searching for handsome princes, oh, where could they be?

Only the fairest beauties live under the sea…

Written November 1, 2013

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.
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