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



About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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2 Responses to rescuer

  1. John Looker says:

    I love that ending!


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