The Merman’s rhyme

He has no love
but music
and cold whispering trees
that were in bloom
under the last dim moon.

He has seen
the unseizable moors
that glitter and dance
in the wandering waves.

He has crossed his Rubicon
The enchantress’ songs
took him along
until he crossed the line of
glimmering waters and fog
with a feral nod.

 

Art by Kinuko Y. Craft.

 

About Iulia Halatz

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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