Marble David pointed. ‘Swim towards the sun.
The red coral welcomes, flowers of blue and dun.
Swim to where the sea is light – then quick dive,
To this place; ’tis peaceful, calm, alive.’
And so, the gentle Mermaid dove to swim and seek
A new existence ‘neath the fleeting lens.
The current carried, swift and strong, a wat’ry whip –
And soon the fish-girl saw the deep bright dip.
Lo, before her eyes, she saw a queer sight;
Ladies! Ladies small, ladies of great height.
There was Mary, the green girl of the States.
Noseless goddesses – Venus, Aphrodite.
The golden face of Minerva, sweet with charm.
All gathered here in refuse, ‘neath the salty balm.