by Marian Huyck Grossi

Created on: December 29, 2008

HANS AND THE MERMAID
a poem with no cadence

M otionless; reminiscent of a sculpture,

she stood alone in the midst of her calming thoughts.

She appeared mystically; veiled light emanating from her,

bringing peace to those who gazed upon this gentle sprite.

Supple skin and flaxen hair flowing in the warm breeze,

radiated her placid spirit.

Her garment of soft, translucent white chiffon,

wafted in the gentle zephyr.

Unknown to her, he admired her lithe frame, and felt

as though they had met in a former life.

Smiling, as memories echoed through his mind,

he was mesmerized She, of such beauty, and pleasing body,

evoked masses of pleasure in his slight frame.

Raising an arm to shield her eyes, she appeared

to be waiting for her love.

As she slowly pivoted their gazes became united.

She gracefully extended her arms, draped

with lovely billowing fabric of the gods.

An aura of dj vu swept over the duo. He rose

to gather and hold her tightly. With their tempo deliberate,

as though in slow motion, they embraced.

When they were enveloped as one, he knew she

was the love of his life; the one spirit who touched his heart

and understood his shy manner.

It was then he heard her

soft-sounding words purr,

"Hans Christian Andersen, we enfolded

with your pen and desire.

I am your Little Mermaid."

Smiling, he heard the velvet tones of the sea and

gathered her up in his arms. Purposely strolling toward

the gentle resonance of the calm waters,

he wept as he placed her on the bronze rendering,

destined to be her home for all time.

It was dj vu.

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