written by: Jenny Thomas
The freshwater mermaid
A girl with gills in her throat
Swims in rapid water
A river of bodies and liquid silver
A mirror that reflects the skies as they brighten
Beyond recognition and reveal the horizon.
Clouds roll and roar above waves and saline foam
Indigo moans over vast bruised space,
Back-lit by flickering gold.
She has green algae hair and a marmalade tail of shining scales
A sea faring fairy with fiery eyes.
Do her feet burn on the land?
Does she sing a silent song?
Can you hear her voice in the rapids?
Can you feel her in the vibrations of the riverbed?
Water holds her memories
Clouds cradle her dreams.
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