Poetry: 'Mermaid-in-waiting' by Dr Charley Barnes
With thanks to Claire
The cliff face causes shade here
and there, indents in the land for the fair-skinned
to hide in.
I rest on a smoothed rock
and comb my windswept hair, winding
tendrils that could be roots – or seaweed.
The gulls whistle overhead and the waves
growl their response,
as though in a long-standing feud.
I remove my rings and sparkle, set it
down next to me to catch the sun –
to lure the next one in waiting,
and I ask for the sea to take me.