The Mermaid’s

She breaks the teeth of the ice
With her slow soothing step
Igniting little fire as she
Rampage along with gentle smoke

The music falling from her lips
Hurry all animals in the sea
As they sink within her tomb
To be buried lovingly in her sands

The lines break on
Edges upon edges
Which resurrect the dead minds
To the joy of the midnight’s roar

The Mermaid! The good mermaid
Has cultured the art of her voice
With perfect spit from her lips
Pouring sugars and wheat
In the minds of her courts
Salivating the words of her lips
Cutting deep within
The wounds of the listening hearts



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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