Day 8: Mysterious & Magical

Today's prompt was to write a poem with an element of the mysterious or magical in it. Struggled all day to find an idea for this, until now - until after a beautiful blue-lit evening seaside walk. 


Myth

I dreamed you real
and it was so: mer-man,
washed ashore to land,
soul-wrecked, salt-sore.
Heart as deep
as the ocean's floor. 

The silvered-sparkles
of your voice;
eyes that anchored me
to the spot;
horizon no longer
confined to land.
Blue, blue, tidal pull
of love.

But you missed
your underwater home.
Almost drowned on land.
Felt the song of the sea
swell in your core.

So this is myth, this is muse. 

I let you go
and the sea
swallowed you whole. 

I search the shoreline still
for a secret sign
of your truth -
the wink of silver and blue
lit by sun, sky-strewn,
sunken moon.
That is all.