"Were-Mer" by Kristin Garth

05/02/2018

 

 

 

Midnight, a solstice, fourteenth birthday moon,

secret, a swim, to reef cocoon.  Abrupt

from failing thrash of tail, two legs are hewn.

of no avail — complications erupt.

 

Asphyxiation under, frantic swim,

a flail of limbs towards buoy or end.

All waves now weakness, nature’s cruel whim,

a climb to safety and to comprehend.   

 

A sea that rocks new legs to sleep, from fish

woman, a transformation complete.  Change

a cudgel harsh as daybreak sun.  Dreamed wish

light grants, nightmare undone.  Mermaid deranged?

 

All day beneath, belief it’s dream reprieves.

Until the moon brings legs.  She cannot breathe.

 

 



Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker.  Her sonnets have been stalked the pages of Occulum, Anti-Heroin Chic, Dear Damsels, Drunk Monkeys, Ghost City Review, Fourth & Sycamore, Faded Out and many other publications.  Her poetry dollhouse chapbook is available now from Maverick Duck Press (maverickduckpress.com).  Please follow her on Twitter @lolaandjolie.

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