In honor of the Coney Island Mermaid Parade

Water

by Robert Lowell
 It was a Maine lobster town—
each morning boatloads of hands
pushed off for granite
quarries on the islands,

and left dozens of bleak 
white frame houses stuck
like oyster shells
on a hill of rock,

and below us, the sea lapped
the raw little match-stick 
mazes of a weir,
where the fish for bait were trapped.

Remember? We sat on a slab of rock.
From this distance in time
it seems the color
of iris, rotting and turning purpler,

but it was only 
the usual gray rock
turning the usual green
when drenched by the sea.

The sea drenched the rock
at our feet all day,
and kept tearing away 
flake after flake.

One night you dreamed
you were a mermaid clinging to a wharf-pile,
and trying to pull
off the barnacles with your hands.

We wished our two souls 
might return like gulls
to the rock.
 In the end, 
the water was too cold for us.

Coney Island Parade Information

 


10 Comments on “In honor of the Coney Island Mermaid Parade”

  1. 🙂 You gotta love mermaids ! 🙂

  2. Pelelotus says:

    Sirens galore. X

  3. Who doesn’t love a mermaid?! ☺️

    Ash


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