If I began
with once upon a time
would you have me washed away?
Gather your blue skirts
around starfish studded ankles
And for once,
I will tell you tales of mermen who sold their scales to the God of Salt for one dusk away from your tides.
Of genies drunk on absynthe, tottering on wispy blue tails and chasing after the phantom of freedom.
Of handmaids who grew seashells from their scalps and left trails of coral in their mud homes.
Of fishermen who lit bonfires on your skin, only to be whisked away into the gaol of aqua absolute.
The bards sing of sirens in your lair. But it is you. You are the siren. The seductress. The scream.
All these years, I have listened to the wailing of your voice.
And today, you have heard the wailing of mine.
– The sea was once a home –
Image credits: Manan Dhuri