the little mermaid #10

They left awful footprints on our Mermaid’s heart.

As the harbour hushed that sombre eve,

Her eyes did swim with pain and loss of love.

Till from the shore, approached the tender step

Of David, Michaelangelo’s fair nude.

He placed his marble hand beneath her chin –

Sweet Mermaid, tell your friend why these sore tears

Do flood your face? Tell me of this grief within.

Oh, David! wailed the fish-girl. Who can live

In this cruel sense, all still and silent?

See, I am to be photographed and left.

This is no life, this is slow, helpless death.

My girl, said David. This is my wild request;

Perhaps I’d take your place, upon your rocky crest.

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