Mermaid murmurs...

Peak District legends speak of mermaids emerging from murky pools or `meres`to trap the unwary traveller. On one moorland journey I chanced to stare into one in the swirling mist ...

 

Return now to your mirror!
For while the surface here
gives a clear reflection,
within lies the power to hold you,
immortal, captive
in your own senseless wonder ...
return!

Reviews

[Tracie Skarbo]

A wonderful glimpse into illusion...excellent.

[Emily B]

Maybe I don't visit it every day. But I did come again. Actually strolled through several of your other works as well. It had been too long and so I came to wade through some of your words.

[Sel Whiteley]

This seemed like a siren's song luring someone into the depths of the oceans, only it was a mirror on the power to hold the gaze. It reminded me too of the tale of Narcissus only it showed the increasing self-preoccupation with self-image.

[Doug]

short, sweet, simple, and a holder of poetic meaning... way to transport us beyond ourselves!

[flippyblue]

It gives me a sort of fantasy feel... like I'm in a parallel world.

[Angelic Darkness]

I like the mystical feel to it. It felt almost that you are sending a
spirit back to wherever it came from. AD

[Emily B]

There is an eerie quality to all this. I love it. I want to visit it every day.

[Lydia]

Short, though so much lies beneath the surface of your words. I enjoyed this.