[Bards] My first poem

Anne juliane.rose at gmail.com
Tue Mar 1 18:34:56 PST 2005


Dang ... gave me chills, it did!  *Very* lovely ... hypnotic, tinged
with a sweet melancholy ....

Juliane Rose


On Tue, 1 Mar 2005 18:06:18 -0600, Duncan MacNamara
<duncan_macnamara at charter.net> wrote:
> Greetings... I finally got over my writer's block and finished my mermaid
> poem. Thought I'd share:
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>  
> The Mermaid of the Mists
> A poem by Lord Duncan MacNamara
> 
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> The sea was dark and cold on a mitsy moonlit night.
> 
> The spray of the sea and a steady breeze were the only comforts of life.
> 
> Often it's a lonely time when we sailors put out to sea,
> 
> Thats when I smile and remember the time the Mermaid enchanted me...
> 
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> The evening was dark and melancholy, much as it is this night...
> 
> The cold sea air and the mists were there, bathed in the soft moonlight.
> 
> We were anchored off Caracas I think, waitin' to re-supply...
> 
> When a swell of the ocean crested, and a Goddess caught my eye.
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> She was small of stature, with flowing golden hair...
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> Eyes of green that called to me with their enchanting stare.
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> She started singing then, and I heard a most heavenly voice...
> 
> They say that mermaids drown sailors, but I felt I had little choice.
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> Her wonderous voice called to me, and it put me in a trance.
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> And when she looked up and reached for me, I had to take that chance.
> 
> I stood by the rail and gazed upon her hair's beautiful twists.
> 
> She looked up at me and called out "I'm the Mermaid of the Mists".
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> Then she took me by the hand, and I floated to her arms.
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> For I was weak and helpless against all her wonderous charms.
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> She had soft and creamy skin that glowed in the pale moonlight.
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> Against such a creature of beauty, I'd have never put up a fight.
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> I went most willingly with her as she guided me to her world.
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> We swam down deep unto the reef, and the sea-grass doors unfurled.
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> She brought me down into her home beneath the rolling sea.
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> Then she said with a certain smile "Here are treasures for you to see".
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> We spent a most wondeful time that night in her underwater abode.
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> And I was amazed at the kindness this sea creature had bestowed.
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> The day was coming on fast and I knew that I must depart...
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> But I'd always hold a special place for her deep within me heart.
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> Now I stand at the helm of my ship and dream of better days.
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> Of the lady of the sea who had put me in such a daze.
> 
> I stared wistfully at the fog and listened as the sea hissed.
> 
> I'll never forget till the day I die... The Mermaid of the Mists.
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