The Little Mermaid (poem)

The Little Mermaid (Wanda Waterman, 2011, from They Tell My Tale to Children Now to Help Them to be Good)  My dancing was bathed in a gaze That dripped like honey  through moonlight, While unseen swords and knives sliced at my thighs. Oh, searing phantom pain of severed tail, That pretty tail that steered me through the deep Past wet azure spaces marked with gilded, silvered life!   Did you know I was silenced, due to you? My tongue cut out just like a cow’s, for you? My singing might have tortured you at nightfall, Or driven your sailors mad, … Continue reading The Little Mermaid (poem)