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she comes from the foam the knife from her gut hidden in her rolling cloak taking steps along the shore her coral hair catching the light of the moon she stumbles across a bonfire a party for a prince’s fiancee introducing herself to the couple the girl stares past them at the slowly tossing waves the lead her to the castle giving her nicer clothes, a shower the graceful princess her gilded gown glistening as she teaches the beauty of the sea to brush her hair, use a fork she walks with them. ... the atrocities committed by her new family oil in the oceans disastrous runoff carried by the currents putting the sea, her sea to a slow and painful death at night, she crept into their chamber her knife unsheathed shimmering, poised above her captors she moved to strike stopped, by a sea witch the cruel being smiled her teeth, cracked and crooked shells striking a deal: a life for a life the sea maiden would be turned a daughter of triton, son of poseidon fins instead of legs protecting the ocean, her home from the inside.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
the lighthouse
she comes from the foam the knife from her gut hidden in her rolling cloak taking steps along the shore her coral hair catching the light of the moon she stumbles across a bonfire a party for a prince’s fiancee introducing herself to the couple the girl stares past them at the slowly tossing waves the lead her to the castle giving her nicer clothes, a shower the graceful princess her gilded gown glistening as she teaches the beauty of the sea to brush her hair, use a fork she walks with them. ... the atrocities committed by her new family oil in the oceans disastrous runoff carried by the currents putting the sea, her sea to a slow and painful death at night, she crept into their chamber her knife unsheathed shimmering, poised above her captors she moved to strike stopped, by a sea witch the cruel being smiled her teeth, cracked and crooked shells striking a deal: a life for a life the sea maiden would be turned a daughter of triton, son of poseidon fins instead of legs protecting the ocean, her home from the inside.
(fairy tale poem for class, supposedly reminiscent of anne sexton. )
paige-elliott
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
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