Mermaid by the sea-shore,
in the foam and ling,
Why do you call out to me,
what is it you sing?
Where the pink sea-corals,
shells and seaweeds meet,
What is it you ask of me,
in your song, so sweet?
'Deep and cool, the Caverns,
where your true home lies,
Leave your town of Mortals,
with its sad, grey skies'.
"Icy cold, the sea-mist,
Icy cold, the wave,
Not for me the sweetness
Of your watery grave!"
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 2001
