Blueberry Mermaid

As you'd expect with folklore

Blueberry sat on a rock

humming sea songs to the moon

tapping her starlit frock,

unsure of what I was doing

I swam out anyway

blue eyes shone amusement at

my water inferior delay.

Exhausted I climbed up beside

the smiling and vibrant mystique

who snapped a strand out from her head 

to put in my palm to keep,

refusing her kindly gesture

' but why are you giving me this?'

' Because you have forgotten, friend,

when we were little fish '.

An effortless glide back to the shore

the moon and stars in a whirl

the world appeared as giddy as I

with my string of Blueberry pearls.