On
a cusp
out
by the
tantalising
incandescent
edge
of the foamed
mouth,
that is to
say
the sea,
lies
dormant
a lone
and
bewretched
mermaid,
her
iced and
scaled
tail
torn and
eroded
by
many a
weathered
storm
flips
idly
out
by the
summit
of
the
well trodden
down earther
heart heavy
beach,
it swallows
large
gulps
of
salt air
that is
tinged
dark with
fugitive
clouds
that roam
the seven
realms
of heaven,
ever taunting
for the
wicked
beach,
the mermaid
on
special
occasion
leans her
sea shocked
matted
hair
onto the
bridge of
her
sun burnt
shoulder
it flakes
like snow
as she
rests
her
weary
head,
'tis
only
an eternal
challenge
to
guard
the
heavens
above.