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

 


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Mermaid's Kiss

succulent
the Mermaid
cusp of dreams
last kiss of Summertide
vicissitude

 


I do not think they will sing to me~

July 1946: Actor Gregory Peck sitting on the beach. (Photo by Eileen Darby/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

July 1946: Actor Gregory Peck (Photo: Eileen Darby/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.Mermaid

T.S. Eliot
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1920

Mermaids are REAL!

Mermaid Sirenella Lolliphile

The waters rush’d, the waters rose,

A fisherman sat by,
While on his line in calm repose

He cast his patient eye.

And as he sat, and hearken’d there,

The flood was cleft in twain,
And, lo! a dripping mermaid fair

Sprang from the troubled main.

She sang to him, and spake the while:

“Why lurest thou my brood,
With human wit and human guile

From out their native flood?
Oh, couldst thou know how gladly dart

The fish across the sea,
Thou wouldst descend, e’en as thou art,

And truly happy be!

“Do not the sun and moon with grace

Their forms in ocean lave?
Shines not with twofold charms their face,

When rising from the wave?
The deep, deep heavens, then lure thee not,–

The moist yet radiant blue,–
Not thine own form,–to tempt thy lot

‘Midst this eternal dew?”

The waters rush’d, the waters rose,

Wetting his naked feet;
As if his true love’s words were those,

His heart with longing beat.

She sang to him, to him spake she,

His doom was fix’d, I ween;
Half drew she him, and half sank he,

And ne’er again was seen.

1779.

THE FISHERMAN: JOHANN WOLFGANG von GOETHE

Taking cosplay to another level — legs restrained by the Mermaid’s Tail. Working to lure your Master’s attention with your slinky body, subtle action and song.

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Mermaid Lollipops – Lolliphile

In what may be the weirdest pairing of industries ever, our sister company, Sirenalia, is a full-on mermaid workshop, offering silicone mermaid tails & accessories, mermaid performers, mermaid retreats to paradise, and underwater photography. 

We’re pretty sure we’re offering the only mer-flavored & mer-approved candy in history. What’s it taste like? Kinda like a tropical drink after a quick swim in the Caribbean, kinda like magic, and kinda like the drowning deaths of thousands of lovestruck sailors. 

http://www.sirenalia.com

Photos from the Sirenalia and Lolliphile websites

Mermaid

Volumtuous Mermaid

Voluptuous Mermaid

Rising from the Depths

Seeking the Sun

Looking for Master

 

She Sits Patiently

Waiting

To Sing Her Song

Calling Master Home

Photo from Project Mermaid