Subsisting on algae bloom, chara, and tonewort,
In the brackish substance which once was clear,
My red haired friend moves beneath the waters.
Encountering her beauty in the mornings' dawn,
Close to the water her tail illuminating all colors,
Of the rainbows leading fairies to pots of gold.
Speaking to me only when land is void of strangers,
She combs her hair and explicates her ancient life,
A mermaid melody she sings to me with soft eyes.
Swimming together until dawn gives way to dusk,
Relaxing between the Cypress trees she shares a yarn,
Of murky water plaguing her world and causing harm.
by Joni K. Caggiano 10/08/19