She fought hard to grip that rock
The sea lurching and grinding like a pack of dogs
It didn’t understand being so rooted to the ocean floor
Its essence was of the drowned
And their defeated eyes were its focus.
No, the rock didn’t know what I was doing there
In this ridiculous costume which was impractical
And dangerous as a drunken midnight
Like Sinead in a short skirt on Pig Lane!
This was a good way to break all my teeth
Just kissing awake the living part of stone
Loving it till my ribs cracked asunder
And his ribs too.
That mermaid has a preposterous way of saving sailors
She ties them to her tail and tows them in
One got away
He was…. that big.
Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights resrved
Painting and mixed media collage by Veronica Aldous Calypso