Before I became a mermaid I could play the piano.
Then one day I grew that tail
Smooth and taut like the skin of a quince
It grew faster than my breasts that swelled overnight
Limes one day. Mangos the next.
I shimmied to the creek
Slid down the bank next to mama’s mimosa tree and
Buried myself in the water with the crabs and croakers
Swapping the sweetness of my piano
For the silence that stretched from here to yonder
Before I Became a Mermaid...A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterFrom the Mermaid SeriesBefore I Became a Mermaid...© 2008 My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer |
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2008 AuthorMy Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterFalls Church, VAAboutMy first novel was inspired by my own childhood on Pungo Creek in rural North Carolina where I grew up in a house shared by three generations. It seems it took a lifetime to write but it was actually.. more..Writing
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