Young Writers Society

With blue braids tipped foam-green
and skin the shine of the sea
she glides between the caps and waves.

in a moment of sponteanity
she leaps and flaps her sparkle-scaled
fish tail, where two legs should be.

fooled many a sailor and captain of neptune
with a shimmer or wink of an eye.

and if you follow the wailing-whale
in the deep, her coral castle will appear
a mansion of twisted, fanciful colors where only
she, the Sea-Nymph dwells.

let her beauty not fool you or the corner of her kiss
for I know from fated experience she's still a fish.

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reading too much classic poetry and this is what comes out... blargg... CL