Jeffrey Hull
Friday, May 25, 2007
La Petite Fille de la Mer
A Mermaid, John William Waterhouse, 1901
Azure, azure wave and sky,
Prancing pearls of spray;
Diamond laugh and emerald eye
Beckoned me to stay.
Flowing, flowing flaxen locks,
Skin unholy white–
Flashing scales among the rocks,
Giggling water sprite.
"Tarry, tarry," sang the maid,
"Bide by me a while–
Just to watch the sunlight fade,"
Smiling in her guile.
Never, never, nevermore
May I leave the sea;
'Tween the ocean and the shore
She enchanted me.
© 2007 Jeffrey Hull
Friday, May 11, 2007
Aloft
Above, a playful ocean
Mocks cumuli below–
In busy shuttling motion
The trails weave to and fro;
My eye hangs high suspended
Beneath a thread of air,
To view the world upended
As from an angel's chair.
How like the air's frail shimmer
Is time: how soon the past
Retreats; now fading dimmer,
It slips beyond my grasp.
© 2007 Jeffrey Hull
