I turned my fins to a few different jobs
I have recently become a 1st time published memoir author and started entering my poetry into competitions. I love writing about the outdoors including the sea. The reason I wrote this mermaid poem was because I still feel ” a fish out of water” in Big Glasgow.
The Mermaid & The Concrete Sea
I left the sea and shore far behind to head past the head-land to the place they call the city land.
Wispy, young and full of childish angst, I wrapped my fins up tight and stoted angrily off into a 90’s October night.
No one held my hand as I fell into a town so grand, it took my breath away and I wished for water and waves and sand so bad I almost didn’t stay.
But I did. Of course I did.
A fish out of water, the big metal monster below my feet scared me half to death so I stuck to the streets. Walking here and there and everywhere too fearful of even a bus leaving me somewhere.
I turned my fins to a few different jobs- a nightclub (oh a nightclub!), a restaurant and bar and still to this day have never learned nor needed to, drive a car.
As the tides came and went and the year’s span round the moon, I settled down but only a little. Just enough to appear normal. Just enough to find some breathing room.
My fins fell away and I grew hooves for feet. Hard, strong and road worthy I became a city-maid. Strong, wise and sturdy. Gone is the wispy mermaid of Mull’s delicate rockpool and here is a mother. Three young mer-men all doing well at gritty but fine Glasgow schools.
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