The Mermaid in the Doorway

By Jane Hyphen
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The mermaid in the doorway
Swishing her quilted tail
Propped up she blinks
Away the days
As winter nights hold hands
Stewed she melts the world
To something she can stand
Shark-bitten fingers
Gripping her cup of shells
She’s waiting for the stingrays
To ride the waves, forget
Or saving for small fry
To keep her alive
Her face is carved by tempests
‘Hard lines’, her mother said
Hard lines among her freckles now
Beauty’s no odds here
And fair of face are first
To be thrashed against the rocks
Leaving only sunken cheeks
Tide and time cast shoals
Across this city reef
They’re loathed to step on urchins
Discarded scattered spines
The wind fastens like a net
Golden threads of hair upon her face
And eats her pleading chimes
Memories dry as autumn leaves
Rattling out their husky tune
As they swirl her stony nook
She casts adrift beneath her hood
To the place where she lost her mirror
And sight of herself for good
After dark the city glows
This bed step is an iceberg
Only sounds to keep her warm
The sea wolves howl in packs
And whales groan up and down
With bellies full of people
Who have somewhere to go
She never was a siren
Bless her blistered soul
Few lured by her cries
To part with change
But the stars are her necklace
Her lighthouse is the moon
And a sailor’s waiting for her
On a promise in the skies
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Her face is carved by
Her face is carved by tempests. This is a wonderful poem. Deeply moving.
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Very beautiful and very sad.
Very beautiful and very sad.
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