My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #31: Message in a bottle
I put my poem in a bottle,
Entrusted it to silver-tipped waves,
But it meandered back to shore, all mottled
With sand, ejected from its deep sea grave,
Unless, of course, it bobbed above,
Tossed from spray to foam.
It was cherished by mermaids, that poem of love,
And it was mermaids that sent it home.
I cleaned the bottle with sea water and weed,
Climbed to the highest clifftop,
Took the glass coffin with my poem inside,
And, with a prayer, I let it drop.
But the placid poem returned again,
It would not let me forget,
The ethereal charms of mermaids and mermen,
Whose singing I can hear yet.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016