The Merrow in the Mist

Water... bewitches and beguiles
Solemn music of the angel isle
Harmony of shingle sifting spume between it's scales
Rhythm of the ebb and flow, weaves pattern in the shale
Melody stands, high on wave and crashes down below the saline curve
rises with the coming storm and leaps from foamy tip to sky, observe
A figure far beyond the azure bay
Merrow harp sings sadly to the silent day
And all this in her eyes, her form, her hands
reflects her earthly cadence to the distant land.



© Kahdoosch 2010