THE FORSAKEN MERMAN-RETURNS
THE FORSAKEN MERMAN-RETURNS
Aquas' hyacinth bleeding blue,
There profound a merman's beau.
With neither a solo pair to share,
His own feel that himself bear.
His flight above the level of bed,
Has made him heave a tear to shed.
A flawless figure along the sands,
Invites him to lend his hands.
The running waters haul a back.
He with her at his sheltered shack.
At the middle of depth a madley strain,
With his mate in search of grain.
The fanatic friends turn at bash,
A hundred hugs and a hindered thrash.
The spring-time eve with offspring clans.
The grimmy past that now he sans.
Years spent with paired knots.
Future plans with fortune thoughts.
A bubble of glory among the crew,
Their perfect passion is yet to prove.
At that instance a sullen fact,
Twinkling comets of Christmas act.
The splendid speed now lowered down,
From under the sea to the torpedo town.
His forsaken side of span began,
That stumbling spring-time a cut of clan.
Forced fortune was out again.
The flow of glee now tends to drain.
The spindling sorrow seeks his heart,
His withering words now thrashed apart.
She longs to rejoice the Christmas eve,
Her pair pretends not to leave.
She steps out now with a frozen feel,
The suffering souls' bereft to appeal.
The forlorn facts across his life.
Sands of time, his vanishing wife.
The festive ambience proved impact,
The poor merman could not react.
The brine liquid from his fills.
The figure of leaving and flashing stills.
Cries of lonely kids of her,
Longing to lie on lads of mother.
Darkness filled sight of his,
Clogged tears now blocked his bliss.
The jingle bells on a halloween night,
The sparkling comet groups all his plight.
The merman's mind at his partner's flight,
His loss of life, once held on tight.....
- A Forsaken Merman
This work is a recreation of the Origins, 'The Forsaken Merman' by Mathew Arnold in 1849 at Victoria, England.
For the Origins, please visit the official site: www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/
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Aquas' hyacinth bleeding blue,
There profound a merman's beau.
With neither a solo pair to share,
His own feel that himself bear.
His flight above the level of bed,
Has made him heave a tear to shed.
A flawless figure along the sands,
Invites him to lend his hands.
The running waters haul a back.
He with her at his sheltered shack.
At the middle of depth a madley strain,
With his mate in search of grain.
The fanatic friends turn at bash,
A hundred hugs and a hindered thrash.
The spring-time eve with offspring clans.
The grimmy past that now he sans.
Years spent with paired knots.
Future plans with fortune thoughts.
A bubble of glory among the crew,
Their perfect passion is yet to prove.
At that instance a sullen fact,
Twinkling comets of Christmas act.
The splendid speed now lowered down,
From under the sea to the torpedo town.
His forsaken side of span began,
That stumbling spring-time a cut of clan.
Forced fortune was out again.
The flow of glee now tends to drain.
The spindling sorrow seeks his heart,
His withering words now thrashed apart.
She longs to rejoice the Christmas eve,
Her pair pretends not to leave.
She steps out now with a frozen feel,
The suffering souls' bereft to appeal.
The forlorn facts across his life.
Sands of time, his vanishing wife.
The festive ambience proved impact,
The poor merman could not react.
The brine liquid from his fills.
The figure of leaving and flashing stills.
Cries of lonely kids of her,
Longing to lie on lads of mother.
Darkness filled sight of his,
Clogged tears now blocked his bliss.
The jingle bells on a halloween night,
The sparkling comet groups all his plight.
The merman's mind at his partner's flight,
His loss of life, once held on tight.....
- A Forsaken Merman
This work is a recreation of the Origins, 'The Forsaken Merman' by Mathew Arnold in 1849 at Victoria, England.
For the Origins, please visit the official site: www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/
(Comments required)
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