CharlaXici

October 16, 2008 - Thursday, 8:40 AM MST

ewe

44poetrypoems44 Siren Call me: ye? the dragonflies me: ye are leaving me: non i can't find them today its winter it’s okay its part of life The island loomed large in the distance the reef was orange jaded coral with purple undertones the Dorsal fins of Ianthe cut this way and that she was fishtailing in a hurry to get there the winter was icy the fresh water feed was frozen over the villager was in need of fresh water it was up to her to free the ice floe unless the blockage was reduced immediately the pass would choke and freeze up now with no relief until winter was over poor lover the only man in the world was staying on the island to recover his love for a woman this mermaid heart his Ianthe. A lover in trouble he was pitching at the ice in a vain Human attempt at fury he was on all fours like a drunken dog crawling along the edge hitting the ice floe with his piton hammer. A pitiful excuse for a man he would run out of fresh water unless she came. Suddenly a voice came like a tape recorded in the early hour of the day. “Step Back Get Away Get Back” she cried in a commanding voice “when this is over you will visit me in the underwater caves there is pockets of air and fresh water there.” She Morphed into the beautiful ewe a brown eye cow. She continued on the ice as if it was dry land and then she spun on all fours like a top until she was centered in the middle of the floe and then she morphed. This time it was Tall Tree the magic Creek Indian Maiden she lifted her brazen deer horn and blew upon it with lipps meant for kissing the charlaxandroidoneseven. This was the majic Sirens Call. The Ice floe cracked and moved away from the village entrance. The villager the android whom she loved was there he quickly gathered whits and launched himself onto the floe before it got too far away from shore and there he almost lost his footing until Tall tree limped with her left as he limped with

Add comment