MERMAID:

Sirena sits quietly, upon brined & moonlit silken rocks,

While sweet zephyrs, through coral conch gently mocks,

Siren of cockled locks, emerald eye & oyster pearly breast,

In saffron algae & sunrise, nude & proudly, rosily undressed.

Pretty maiden, of whelk wetted eye & iridescent opal scale,

Dining upon olive kelp & supping the milk of broody whale,

Slumbering amidst the grass of seas & pillows of briny trees,

Where songs of selkies echo upon saline breath of the breeze.

Enigma of Atlantis lost, lapis tides & lady of the ancient deep,

Where Poseidon with his trident rules & Neptune sadly weeps,

Playing where men & mariners in ships go by, slowly sailing,

Flirting with corsairs & pirates & with banshees, softly wailing.

Legends, myths & stories, those milky breasts of old manatees,

Related by old vagabonds, plying junks across vast oceans & seas,

From inflamed tongues sick with scurvy & too much Cuban rum,

Morphing clumsy dugongs, into sirens under Equator´s tropic sun.

You, Goddess of oceans, seas, trident & wave, of shell & salty foam,

Where those mysterious tides ebb & flow & then return back home,

On the distant horizon, upon a rock, where the old walruses played,

Sits combing golden tresses, the non-existent & enigmatic mermaid.