The Mermaid - Poem & Short StoryA Poem by Roderick BlakemanRomanceThe Mermaid (Part One) The evening was cool and the sky was so clear while ripples of waves were all I could hear The moon shone bright and stars twinkled on high when from out of nowhere came so seductive a sigh I looked out to sea to whence the sound came and my eyes did believe they were playing a game For as waves lapped around a rock out at sea a beautiful vision was sat staring at me Naked as love she sat all alone on that rising edifice of black granite stone Her body so wondrous that I shook with such lust but a smile so pure that my thoughts were unjust Her hair was entangled with kelp luscious green that protected her modesty oh what a scene It hung down over breasts so excitingly full covering the parts that are made to enthral My mind quickly taken by this girl of my dreams though as I looked closer all was not as it seems For legs this beauty was completely bereft and a long fishy tail was all she had left Then with a smile that made my heart still she slipped into the water and I saw she was real For she dived like a dolphin under azure sea and all that was left were the ripples and me The End........or is it? The Mermaid (Part Two) The man with the tear soaked eyes walked along the beach for the thousandth time. His hands were shaking and his lips quivering in the cold as he constantly looked out to sea, where was she, would she ever return, would she mend his broken heart. He had but caught a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as she preened herself on that ancient granite rock, and a glimpse was all it had taken as he was now completely besotted by this angel from the deep. Even now, weeks after the event he could still see every tiny detail of his wondrous vision. The sparkling blue eyes that outshone the sun, and the kelp entangled hair that glistened with the reflection from the moon. Her heaving breasts that had caused the man in him to want her body for his own sexual pleasures, and that oh so innocent smile that had replaced the pure animal lust within him with a more protective desire to take her in his arms and cherish her. He had not kept her appearance a secret, he had told everyone he had met, and he had talked and talked and talked. He wanted to tell everyone about his dream girl, his mermaid from the deep, his beautiful fish tailed siren. But would they listen to him? The answer was no, a resounding no! He was laughed at, ridiculed, pointed at and made out to be the village idiot, and all just because he wanted to share what he had seen. But he didn't care, he would see her again, he knew he would see her again, he had to see her again. Otherwise, well otherwise he would go crazy. Another tear ran down his face as he once again looked at the vacant rock where his angel had once sat. He realised that maybe they were right, maybe he was mad, just a demented old fool, someone that had let his dreams overtake reality. His heart wrenched tear fell to the sand and along with his hopes and dreams soaked into nothingness. He turned away and looked no more. He must preserve his sanity at all costs. So he walked away and returned to the boredom of his sad uneventful life. This meant that he was not there an hour later when a ripple formed in the water, as a dream like beauty pulled herself from the sea and perched on her favourite granite rock. She looked around, but he was not there. Maybe it was her imagination but she was sure she had seen love in his eyes. Maybe if she waited he would return. But no she thought to herself, she was being foolish. She slipped off the rock once more and plunged deep into the dark forbidding sea, back to reality she told herself, back in the water where nobody could see her tears. The End © 2014 Roderick BlakemanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRoderick BlakemanBrighton, East Sussex, United KingdomAboutI have lived a reasonably full life taking in a bit of travel and a few different occupations. I have always loved writing but tend to do it in phases. If you like any of my poetry or short st.. more..Writing
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