Thursday's Ode to
This was no mythic creature
but a goddess beautiful and terrible,
her skin silver and wet
as she combed her platinum locks.
Her steely eyes chilled his heart
as the fisherman dropped his net
disturbing her moment of solitude
on the white sands of his island.
Her movement was quick and fluid
like water in motion and
he shaded his eyes from the gleam
of her serpentine tail.
Her laughter was all around him
as she shimmered into the crystalline depths
to frolic with her sisters
and dine on the rich blood of fish.