Will drops a berry in a stream.
It rolls and bounces along.
He thinks a dappled fish nibbles,
until he hears a silver song.
A young mermaid flutters,
rhinestone tears unshed.
She tastes the berry. Curls unfurl.
Fingers beckon. Lips curve red.
The reckless current ensnares,
and hot sunshine entrances.
Will drifts, touches berry-sweet lips,
and sinks beneath mermaid glances.
Beware the icy depths.
Beware the current strong.
Beware the sugared-lips
that sing the silver song.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
For the above, I was inspired by this couplet:
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
— William Butler Yeats, from The Song of Wandering Aengus, found in Poetry for Young Readers: William Butler Yeats, Sterling Publishing, 2002.
According to legend, Aengus is the god of love, youth and poetry. I thought about the fish, and if the fish had been a mermaid…