A couple months ago, I had mermen on the brain, so I ended up writing a poem about one!
It was partly inspired by something I came across on the internet in which someone suggested maybe mermaids didn’t mean to drown people (it turns out there is in fact a poem written by Yeats about this very thing). It was also partly inspired by numerous pieces of merman art I saw in which the mermen looked so curious and playful that I had this thought of, what if there was a merman who didn’t just forget that humans couldn’t breathe underwater, he never even understood in the first place?
And well, here is the result of that thought :-)
Humans were so interesting,
With their smooth tails split in two,
Their colorful bits and baubles,
Their noises so foreign and new.
He knew the humans liked him,
For when they saw him in the night,
They’d park their ships right on his rocks,
And all shout with delight.
Sometimes they’d even decide
To join him in the sea,
Gifting him with bubbles
That tingled and filled him with glee.
He’d twirl with them in the water,
Their fabric rough against his gills,
But he loved their charming oddities,
Their obsession with metals and frills.
The prettiest, liveliest ones,
He’d bring down to his caves
So they could be playmates forever
Under the ocean’s waves.
But now he looked around,
At the little place he called his own
Feeling confused, feeling weary,
Feeling very, very alone.
He must’ve been unlucky,
For every human that he’d found
Merely looked at him with glassy eyes
And didn’t make a sound.