What is whispering its name, in the cemetery by the sea?
Every year, the sea creeps closer..

What Will Come After

Invisibly the tides will course beneath your stone
Crying to the bluffs, through the salt sea's cellars;
And the shades of serpents, fill the ravening tombs,
Your bed the straying source for watery channels.

Sunk to the green limits of far dolphined depths,
The children of coral trees are busy splicing wind;
And where once the dead grew their knotted hair like roe,
Fair mermen sleep in beds of weeds, where magic grows.

Till the eye of the ghost unlatch the colored sky
Where blows the faith, of starfish wheeling by.

yelena
Wow, what a fresh surreal poem.In my childhood I had many dreams about being a mermaid swimming among starfishes and corals, and your poem enlivened them in the best way :)

Patrick McFarland
Pure magic Patty.

carol
a magic poem

Kerry O'Connor
I love your mermaid poems - so whimsical and filled with magical possibility.

Mike
I'm swimming in this sea of magic, sorcery and such amazing visions almost as if my night dreams had returned to me.... I love this....

Fay Slimm
Thrilling atmosphere accompanies this read - the sea holds powerful sway in many places. Pulsing with flow of spontaneity....