#mermaids
Wet in Algarve, we tumbled down into Agucadour,
where we go to escape judging eyes, knowing eyes,
to elope in a temple beneath the water.
Once there, inside the Atlantic palace,
pacified by salsifies, we stepped
in unison — toes first for you and heels first for me —
legs moving in sync, passing gates and columns
guarded by a Neptune with two tritons.
I saw marbled ash and sea-vein’d floors,
samphire growing along the walls from each corner
of this submerged hidden home. There
we were hidden away from the thunderous drums of storms,
away from the sun’s reaching hands.
There we sat on a throne — knuckles white from squeezing
the golden armrests, bodies rolling like the currents,
guppies and shrimps float around us, sea life attracted
to the magical swell of our land-like gravity.
You nestled your face in anemones bound to my ribs—
you tried to cup the large jugs of seawater
sagging from my chest — an oceanic shroud distorting
your sight — clumsy movements, tripping under the sea.
We move together like fish in lateral undulation
to our made bed — the open mouth of an oyster —
laying like salsifies as crinoids take refuge on our
wrinkled flesh — sloshing along with the tide
as the Atlantic embraced us, lulled to our end.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
How can I sail this boat
And keep from sailing
to the bottom of this ocean
when I am so clearly
in love with mermaids
How can I stop myself
From falling
into the water
When I am so clearly
Intoxicated by your song
Are you my purpose
my lost longing
Are you the fish I eat
and the fish that will
devour me completely
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
Come to our sweet song
You travel far from home
Rest your eyes a moment
Stand clear from falling stones
Our passion in our hearts
Is undeniable
Rest your eyes a moment
Sail closer to the shore
Drifting Moon
And Fleeting Tide
Rest your eyes
And wipe
Your cries
Drifting Moon
And Fleeting Tide
Rest your eyes
And mind
Your smiles
Come to our soft melody
You traveled far enough
Rest your soul a moment
Steer clear from sea that’s rough
Our dedication in our hearts
Is undeniable
Rest your soul a moment
Sail closer to our shore
Drifting Moon
And Fleeting Tide
Rest your soul
And try
Your lies
Drifting Moon
And Fleeting Tide
Rest your soul
And hide
Your skies
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
The Drawer of Mermaids
by Michael R. Burch
This poem is dedicated to Alina Karimova, who was born with severely deformed legs and five fingers missing. Alina loves to draw mermaids and believes her fingers will eventually grow out.
Although I am only four years old,
they say that I have an old soul.
I must have been born long, long ago,
here, where the eerie mountains glow
at night, in the Urals.
A madman named Geiger has cursed these slopes;
now, shut in at night, the emphatic ticking
fills us with dread.
(Still, my momma hopes
that I will soon walk with my new legs.)
It’s not so much legs as the fingers I miss,
drawing the mermaids under the ledges.
(Observing, Papa will kiss me
in all his distracted joy;
but why does he cry?)
And there is a boy
who whispers my name.
Then I am not lame;
for I leap, and I follow.
(G’amma brings a wiseman who says
our infirmities are ours, not God’s,
that someday a beautiful Child
will return from the stars,
and then my new fingers will grow
if only I trust Him; and so
I am preparing to meet Him, to go,
should He care to receive me.)
Keywords/Tags: mermaid, mermaids, child, children, childhood, Urals, Ural Mountains, soul, soulmate, radiation
Jan 17, 2023
Jan 17, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
She is
the water
immersing the shore
a
motion moving entities
into
the
shadows of the lore
sirens call on rising tides
men of flesh flock
in
waves
falling as they fly
dwelling
eternal
within her mystical whiles.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 1:53 PM UTC
I used to be happy
Ignore the heavy things.
Tread and tread and pretend that nothing was below me.
But there are things that lurk.
Monsters and darkness.
While I sank, I sung out about how well I could swim.
And then she was sinking
And I learned how to swim
But I never taught her.
_Just keep swimming_
I tell her.
_soon enough the mermaids will scare them away_
I hope she believes me.
I hope she is strong enough to withstand the wretched currents.
_I love you. I hope that is enough._
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
I held the shell to the ear with a hand
I listened to the breath of Posidon
And the laughter of mermaids
As I sat on the cold Winter sand
🧜♂️🧜♀️🧜♂️🧜♀️🧜♂️🧜♀️
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
In the highest barricades
of Millennia
and wilted fields of Lavender,
I might’ve loved you.
I might’ve taken your hand
and let you lead me
through ghoulish night.
I might’ve held you
with the fervor
of endless,
winkless
Dreams,
in holy concaves
of majesty
and infatuation,
saturated
by opal irises
and kisses of
California summer.
I would’ve made you mine,
had I known then
what the Sirens now sing to me,
unrelentingly:
the secrets of Infinity
laid bare,
like iridescent
oil spills
in an empty lot
sodden
with weeds between cracks.
In another life,
I’ll call you back to me.
I’ll draw you back again
with a wrathful, raging love:
wild enough to wake gods,
fierce enough to tame odious tide,
deep enough
to drown aeonic suffering.
And not even Adam
or Eve
themselves
might undo the knots
of Fate
I’ll lace
between You
and I, then.
And I’ll grant you passage
to a second world
with a key that unlocks such
sacred Regret.
And I’ll point out all
the stars named after us,
as they swirl in
clouds of Violet,
storms of Indigo,
seas of twinkling,
ruptured
Gold.
And I’ll set a dagger
on your heart,
and you to mine,
and we’ll die together,
erupting
into
dazzling
bursts
of destined
dust,
travelling far enough
to be drawn together
once
again.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
And so the prince swims to land
And embraces the chilling spell at hand
His tail disappears, and is replaced by two
Human legs, both soft and new
Wobbling a bit, he slowly stands
And brushes away the water stained sands
And there he awaits, hopefully
The maiden who fell into the sea
When she comes, she comes gracefully
And he kneels before the shine of she
The maiden, her heart kind and bestowed
Welcomes the prince to her humble abode
And the next few months they go to and fro
And through this time the prince knows
Should the marriage of the maiden to another resolve
The dawn of the next day, the prince will dissolve
The maiden didn’t mind that the prince was mute
For it wasn’t his voice that’s his impute
But what a pity, for all the maiden knows
Is his beautiful voice singing his woes
On the day the prince will declare his love
The maiden tells him then thereof
That there is only one who her heart is for
And it’s the fisher who she believes saved her
And so the maiden, in kindness and laughter
Finds the man and declares her love after
Their wedding will happen at that midnight
To celebrate dawn’s coming light
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
And now this story shall tell of two
Entirely different, through and through
One a maiden, who sails with the breeze
The other, prince of the untamed seas
And this is how the story starts
When from the land, the maiden departs
For she loved sailing the unknown realm
Gazing alone from behind the helm
She has beauty and kind words she may say
But lucks not on her side today
For the wind picks up, and the waves grow
Currents sweep faster, and howling winds blow
At the helm she searches frantically around
Looking for a place of safe ground
But everywhere there’s rage and there’s storms
And around the boat the ocean deforms
The boat rocks and turns and sways
Under a sky of blacks and grays
And suddenly she is thrown overboard
As the wind blowed and the rain poured
And on the side, watching with glee
Is the demon witch of the dark sea
She chuckles as she finishes her spell
And to the maiden she waves farewell
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Swimming in circles hed eventually drown
In essance a king with a crown
Waves broke anything he had ever planned
Sinking he needed land he need a hand
last breath
Feeling death
Feminine devinity smiled
Upon him life infinity
A mermaid in presence
A savour he saw no menace
Men lay dead around her See,-bed
Nothing mere about this man
perusue her oceans lengths where she led
His existence she would know "I am"
feel the words before he spoke them
Her voice a sirens call to home
A catch of a lifetime aim to net alone
A connection unspoken healed broken
Upon a thrown announced His Queen.
More valuable than the Oceans lost treasure and gold
A pure chance endeavor
Jypsys cards yester years for told
Do mermaid's tears givre live forever.
Gain was nothing ever wanted
Her tears to never see the ocean-floor.
A chance was the only thing form her he wanted granted
The sea was mysterious
He remained curious
She got away or so they say
I heard he never left that spot
Fishing endlessly
A Tamaltuious quest he lost
The sweet siren of her voice
The feeling of freshly layed snow within her eye's
Ice blue I wonder in time will she even remember September
His memory was fading it was May
2 hours from shore
To hand
She had changed everything
Without even touching his hand
One day the tide took him too
They say
hes at rest now with me his brother
his other
one in the same
one man 2 names
gratful for even that short window
for on those days the sunsn warmth
touched the deepest part of the sea bed
brought warmth if thats all hew can claim
Changed tides ppl forgot
he was different now hes not
<3
Ocean shores guides
#mrquid #Johnnyquid #mermaind
#quidink
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
I was drowning in the dark sea
In the sea of mermaids
Found myself staring
At the strong tides
Shocking at me
Taking me.
But then there I was in the lonely island
Shining sand and hot sun over me
Water bathering my toes
Cold as my feelings
My heart hurted
But there
I was.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
Angel's walk among us
Those thrown in another life
Broken wings and broken eyes
Contemplating suicide
There are mermaids
Who are swift and fast
Gliding through without a glance
Wishing and hoping
Someone will give them a chance
Fairy's fly around us
Their words teasing our ears
Mocking at first
Fears falling on deaf ears
And many more I cannot mention
For there is no more time
Thoughts are said to cost a penny
Sadly mine will cost a dime
But this I give to you for free
So listen with care and hear me
Though many are forgotten
You will never be
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
I look in the mirror,
and I see
pox
scars
marks.
I long to be
the round faced girl
that I see in my memories
with eyes that dance with innocence
despite everything she had been through.
That saw fairies and dragons
in the corners of her room
Who talked to mermaids
and danced with bards
Some would call it an overactive imagination.
But I'm faced with the dullness
in my eyes
and I miss the worlds I created.
Because this one
hurts.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
I.
Sunning beside a sheer cliffside
Upon monuments of sediment baked in cooling salts
a liquid caress
Bitter winds eddy the pulsing surface which
breaks to rake smoothly a tide from the steaming sand
In swallowing beat a swollen retreat again
through the depthless sea
Bubbling secrets that rise into foam
II.
The bodies beneath the still water
Sweep through brown clouds that,
In their opacity, and among the weeds,
Curling, beckoning, uncurling
allow their scales to catch light
And with one rare eye, penetrating
I am seen, waiting
III.
I followed the stars into your home
and thought to see, keep
what treasures I touched
in their abundance, you wouldn’t miss one
if you noticed I had been there.
But, you always saw me and gifted me
life, at once, and death to life before
and to know your place in heaven
is to eternally wish
to wet my feet in your waters
IV.
I want you to bury me.
From my tongue,
taste conquest.
I will be still
except to clench my fist
and fill my palm with you.
The noise at the back of my throat-
Don’t stop.
Bury me.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
Violet is a temporary queen on an ephemeral throne
She draws each breath as if her glass slippers might crack
With her silent mousemen guards all lurking
And her pumpkin coach dreams proved fugitive
Violet waits for someone romantic and volatile
She casts desideratas and figs from her balcony each morning
While a sad painter endeavours to capture her essence
Violet wears her daily masks with panache
Underneath, she is restless and bored
Violet knows the cutlers’ secrets and the dressmakers’ fears
She hears all their whispers as clearly as chiming bells
Her futile talents sometimes overwhelm her
But her faux nonchalance carries her onwards
Violet knows they are planning her wedded demise
She dreams of a man bold enough to just come and get her
Passionate enough to rip off her garters and corset
But disappointment advises she compromise
Violet really just wants to be cherished
Zephyr is bringing change
He appears like an impossible ship in the middle of Winter
Promising sunstorms and jonquil flavoured ice fountains
He carries love in a phial and freedom in a sail
Violet sees him and loses all trace of herself
She throws parties and funerals for the end of her sorrow
While Zephyr watches on with desire in his elegant fingers
She is quite unlike anything he’d bargained for
He watches the way she summons her rainbows
And determines to make her smile
Demelza is waiting behind screens
When her position as Spare to her sister was first declared
Demelza found a seer whose hands were magnetic
Predicting a blemish in her doe eyed ascension
Gifting her a once and singular use artifact
Now she sees Zephyr’s gaze linger on Violet’s choice pillows
Feels the abyss in her soul let loose its dancing revenants
Laces the surrogate’s absinthe with treasured oleander
Jealous eyes smirking at royal flesh doomed
Temporary queens are bound for the grave
Violet enters a chamber of mermaids, treachery and kittens
Feels the ephemeral crown dissolving on her unicorn horn
Knows she should have packed her seasonal suitcase
Smiles at the fairy godmother come to fetch her
There are days a girl ought to stay in bed and forget about politics
Let the Pope play badminton with the unpopular treasurer
Let the jester determine their questionable futures
Let nettle soup invade the whole kingdom
Let them all go to hell while she dies
Violet exits, curtains drawn
Demelza sits, a faux queen on a papier-mâché glass throne
Blind to how her husband sees her as a spoilt soiled dove
Unknowing that her sister’s corpse comes between them
Usurpers and children are rarely welcome at court
Zephyr has pre paid her funeral, bought her dress pre-poisoned
Three ladies in waiting hastily lace up her unpretty fate
Served with a bitter almond tea cake for one
Zephyr rolls his eyes at her brief yet histrionic death
Sails his widower’s treasure ship into the sun
Sirens are singing up storms
Out at sea, strange gales are raising kaleidoscopic mythologies
Sirens circle the ship, gothic faces all greenly shimmering
Seeking ******** plunder for their white fields of bone
Zephyr plugs his ears with flowers, but to no avail
Voices of honeyblood ruin wrap themselves round his throat
Circumstances are demanding his acquiescence
This is quite unlike anything he’d bargained for
Yielding to the knowledge he will never go home
His desiderata falls overboard, he is gone
Beneath the waves, glass crowns perch wistfully on white bone skulls
Baby sirens play with gold coins and conquistadores knuckles
Rainbow fish swim fancifully between missionary ribs
Through Zephyr’s laced fingers a lone uncanny violet grows
Rare treasure springing from the devotion of a temporary Queen
Sensing love, the lissom Siren spies it with inky black eyes
Soft in her terror, she hones in on the violet’s mourning aura
Plucks the bloom, threads it into her seaweed hair
Waltzes off into the colder depths, oblivious
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
I wish there was a magical ground
where centaurs would heal
and to protect the land
some giants to surround
Thestrals as a traveling mean
Golems to follow my command
sphinxes to fulfill my demand
some sylphs gatherings
and mermaids to fill the air
with their melodious voice
unicorns with their freedoms
to bring the brightness to this world
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Lying
Is easier without eye contact.
In a text message,
You can say anything,
And they'll never know.
Yes, I read your letter,
No, I haven't cut recently,
Yes, I'm taking my meds,
No, I'm not thinking about killing myself.
They like to hear that last one.
No, I'm not thinking about killing myself.
But it's never the truth.
I am always thinking about killing myself.
Not like I'm thinking about going to work tomorrow,
But like I think that I could be a mermaid.
Sure, I'm probably not going to be a mermaid,
But it sounds like a nice escape sometimes, doesn't it?
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Writing by the moonlight,
she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,
so beautiful she is,
this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling God Blessed,
which only makes sense since she’s a Goddess,
lost in,
her conscious,
we’re in love,
it’s obvious,
this life,
is only an instant,
then it’s gone in a flash,
like an epiphany or meditative vision,
everything’s intrinsic and happens in an instant,
so we operate of instinct and intuition,
we drink from the Fountain of Youth,
and eat the Forbidden Fruit when it comes to fruition,
swimmin’ like a dolphin all in this current current that’s constant,
not a fish or a fisherman so I’m not fishing,
just sittin’,
on the beach in Venice,
watching my love swim in the sea,
at midnight under the full moon feeling replenished,
listing to Miguel sing tales,
of The Day The City of Angels Fell,
with my girl and I know she’s only human,
but she seems so much like a Mermaid I swear I see a tail,
as she swims in the ocean,
on a wave catching waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,
her gaze,
melts these walls I’ve built,
and yeah the water’s rough,
but her touch is smooth as silk,
as we set sail,
into the future and all it entails,
oh God I’ve never felt,
so much for the touch of one,
told you before she’s my lifeguard,
we’re just getting started and the rest are already done,
writing by the moonlight,
she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,
so beautiful she is,
this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling God Blessed,
which only makes sense since she’s a Goddess…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
Writing by the moonlight,
she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,
so beautiful she is,
this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling God Blessed,
which only makes sense since she’s a Goddess,
lost in,
her conscious,
we’re in love,
it’s obvious,
this life,
is only an instant,
then it’s gone in a flash,
like an epiphany or meditative vision,
everything’s intrinsic and happens in an instant,
so we operate of instinct and intuition,
we drink from the Fountain of Youth,
and eat the Forbidden Fruit when it comes to fruition,
swimmin’ like a dolphin all in this current current that’s constant,
not a fish or a fisherman so I’m not fishing,
just sittin’,
on the beach in Venice,
watching my love swim in the sea,
at midnight under the full moon feeling replenished,
listing to Miguel sing tales,
of The Day The City of Angels Fell,
with my girl and I know she’s only human,
but she seems so much like a Mermaid I swear I see a tail,
as she swims in the ocean,
on a wave catching waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,
her gaze,
melts these walls I’ve built,
and yeah the water’s rough,
but her touch is smooth as silk,
as we set sail,
into the future and all it entails,
oh God I’ve never felt,
so much for the touch of one,
told you before she’s my lifeguard,
we’re just getting started and the rest are already done,
writing by the moonlight,
she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have uncontrollable have behaved,
so beautiful she is,
this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling God Blessed,
which only makes sense since she’s a Goddess…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC