The Mermaid Maiden of the Mojave 


She comes in fin
and fire, a dust cloud 
of reality and a wave 
of want. A siren 

song with creosote roots.
A tail spangled in crushed 
crimson stone. She comes 

alone, but I know there 
must be more, and some 
oasis where they all might 

swim. She invites me in 
to this cobalt sky, a tide 
of clouds. A prayer for rain.  

::
Day 25 for NaPoWriMo.

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6 Responses to The Mermaid Maiden of the Mojave 

  1. Misky says:

    This is beautiful.

  2. In the middle of the hot dry season in Mexico this strikes a raw nerve.

  3. vidya says:

    so very beautiful! As always..

  4. Shawna says:

    Girl, you flipping blow my mind every single day!!! I am so proud of you! This poem, and all the rest, have crazy love from me. I keep reading and reading. So good, sweet girl. I adore you.

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