let me tell you the
story of this mystical dame
seen on bright full moon nights
with her beloved
turtle dove by her side,
swivelling twirling
in the mysterious depth
the trenches, the fishes
the corals and the blues
her bosom friends!
***
in the Misty island
lived the pretty Mary
where she ran a shell store
her mesmerising beauty
was the talk of the town
but her grace will bring
her curse, hardly she knew,
her tender heart fell for
the handsome mariner
it was a fated meet
and the Almighty, the planner,
every full moon she’d wait
by the shore,
her heart throbbed
with every step of her seafarer!
his alluring personality
attracted all, disguised one day
the witch in the rustic tower
invited him for a ball,
but he denied her proposal
enraged, she cursed him
into a turtle dove,
***
wandering the damsel
reached the tower
a brawl
and the witch’s greed
the dame transformed into
a translucent mermaid,
since then she’s inhabiting
the ocean’s depths
But every full moon her
lamenting hymns
narrate her fate,
her mourning melodies alert
the mariners never to venture
near the rustic tower
once in a month she decks
herself in the most ravishing
outfits and
waits by the virgin hills
to meet her soulmate
twittering and chattering they
spend the night only to realise
that her lover vanishes with
the first rays of the daylight!💚
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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