We met on a river
bound to only give her
love to the Sea.
Echo would sing
bittersweet ballads
about a nymph who granted
wishes to destined few,
and, warmly, I knew
my unspoken desire
had already
been answered
by the creaturely woman
who found more than
a stray princess
lost in the swaying rapids.
She didn’t mourn my curse
nor did I dread hers—
a mermaid, bound to the waters,
and her truehearted lover,
who wouldn’t live longer
than another spring.
I wondered how many
before had known tragedy
like ours, always parting
like the unbelonging
muses.
The best of it
is still woven
within the embankment
cradling our once neglected
bodies on those evenings
when the only warmth we
longed for
was each other
and the slow lull
of the river’s tide, pulling
toward the misty reefs,
promising
salvation if we were brave
enough to face
the currents where many before
had misplaced their hearts.
The worst of it was buried
on the beach where the queen
and her gulls confessed,
“She hasn’t resurfaced,”
and I learned
that my beloved, who once yearned
for nothing more than steady
feet,
was forsaken
on her frenzied mission
to discover a medicine
that could cure my affliction.
The charm of an everlasting
pearl may return stolen time,
but a renewed life
without Echo
was a sickness that had no
remedy.
What were we
if not entwined in the
chaos of cruel destinies?
“Pirates,”
a harrowed gull guessed,
and a piece of my soul sank
like an anchor
into the golden grains of glass.
I looked back
at the mourning queen
for clarity.
She nodded in agreement
with her winged captain,
and I knew, like a fledgling
peering from a towering tree,
eager to take flight
despite the daunting height,
there was only
one thing
left to do.
“I need a crew,”
I beseeched the queen,
who still faithfully
waited on the sands for her ghost
to visit during lonely
nights. She gestured
with waterlogged and withered
fingers east toward the nearest port,
bestowing a sand dollar
upon my palm that craved only
a tender hold, long harbored in memories.
“This will grant you passage,”
she insisted
when I pressed my fingertips gently
around the brittle currency.
On the open Sea,
with nothing
to lose but waning
days, I turned my ear toward
the vacant waters
and listened for
her echoing
melody.
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Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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I love the recurring story of the mermaid and the princess. So beautiful
This made for beautiful and emotional reading.