The Mermaid Fairy

She lived in a sea of green sands slipping through her toes;

She drank the nectar of acrimony and called it sweet.

She flew the seven skies, higher, higher and higher still,

Enchained in the wings she built for herself;

Fine links of gold woven into each feather with such care

Now binds her to her prison of black lonely clouds;

Losing the will to land, the will to fall, to let go.

Today she weeps from an azure abode,

Enchained by freedom, enmeshed in liberty.

She spun faster and faster in circles of rainbow world

Tighter and tighter, the perfect ballerina’s poise

Till the world was a blue-grey blur

And faster still she spun in search of perfection.

Silk-spun silver, her Sliven limbs gracefully flowing

Not noticing her blistering toes, the drops of red

Faster, faster, faster, leaving today behind,

Spinning to tomorrows illusion, spinning free,

Spinning high, spinning, spinning, spinning,

Spinning, never to stop.