DAVID R MORGAN - MERMAN OF THE CASTLE (ORFORD, SUFFOLK 2008)
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Merman in the castle;
a keepsake roped from the sea,
hanging upside down in the dungeon-
waves of connecting tissue on each hand;
webbed feet, skin of overlapping scales
green as leaf on hyperbolic leaf;
emerald hair freely flowing
from head to toe for hiding in salt waters’
sea weed depths; a mottled moth
camouflaged against blotched tree bark.
Exposed to me suddenly roped ghost sways,
as gulls shriek over the Keep’s parapets.
There is a world of ocean
in his wild eyes fixing me now;
wherein my land-locked reality
becomes driftwood in his stare;
wave covers wave and then another.
Sea’s sound is a rope
drawing me in, pulling me deeper.
Waves overlapping, curls in the rope,
until I am totally one with the merman.
Way, way above us, reverberating,
the knock of wood on wood
sounds oars passing a boat away,
trying to tug something special out
from the sea’s reflections and this…
and failing as evening
spreads slowly across the castle,
from which all visitors,
the merman and I,
© DavidRMorgan 2011