I’ll tell you a tale but do not be appalled it is not a mystery so there is nothing to
solve.
I do not strive to adorn my finger with glittering rock, nor do I wish to waltz
down the aisle to curtsy for my betroth therefore I disappoint my
birth givers.
My mind stubbornly ignores information from sources I deem useless to aid in
human survival consequently I leave a ghastly taste in the mouth of my
professor.
I am a very skilled bartender, but brutal honesty, harsh responses and a
personality made for a brute man was a tonic too strong for my mates to drink
and thus some left the party before the second round of shots.
Like a lion I devour whether sweet or sour, I am greedy with flesh as I leave no
crumbs for my kin to scrabble for, this has my lovers questioning my sense of
nurture.
A tango with a priest meant I would be less of a black sheep than the urchins in
the streets but what kind of sheep betrays the herd when the Shepard turns his back.
THE BITTER POET
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The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Fiction
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This was so profound, poignant and certainly thought provoking. Loved your poem!