Here’s a little girl. She wears red shoes.
The Mermaid sees: oh, scarlet treats of freedom!
‘Mummy, take a photo.’ She is beaming.
An artist – ‘Aye, this sculpture is my muse.’
Here’s a family of three; ‘Don’t, don’t slip.’
‘You go. Your father has a troubled hip.’
Great big eyes – they crawl on her,
Eyes with many feet, eyes with claws and fur.
Nobody must see – nobody must see me look.
Nobody can know – no-one cares what land-men took.
Stuck between two bitter seas, I am.
And all I want is on the brown green land.
To live and love, with him who once was true –
His absence daily cuts me through and through.