Poetry (67)

Hello Escritori,

Fatally, after virtuously avoiding GOLD BOOTS I came under the spell of SILVER SHOES.

My new shoesย have inspired me to write a second poem on the theme of the mermaid. This does actually feel quite linked to the previous one, the first had other stanzas alluding to the fate of Andersen’s original mermaid, but they didn’t work.

To further atone for shoe buying I am doing a series of mermaid inspired hijabi outfits for the next five Thursdays. Because Lynn thought it would be glamorous. Apparently. ๐Ÿ˜‰

To return to poetry however, I picture this poem as being from the perspective of the lady’s maid of the character in The Mournful Mermaid.



The Shoes the Mermaid Left Me

The shoes the mermaid left me

Are an industrial fish grey

And slightly iridescent

With a shimmer of glitter

And an interlocking armour

Of tiny scales.


The shoes the mermaid left me

Are satiny and sinuous.

They are shoes for cresting

The eddies of a tempest.


The shoes the mermaid left me

Gave her cause to wail,

They reminded her forever

Of her beauteous, lost tail.


The shoes the mermaid left me

Remind me of the skin

Of sole or salmon or cod.

They were spat back from the sea

In a gesture of naked liberty.

If I put one to my ear

Would I hear her sing

Do you think?


At least I would try to,

Were they not be-pearled

(Out of the flood,)

With a bridal lace

Of foam turned

Pink with her blood.


(ยฉย Copyright Pola Negri, 13/11/2016.)




22 thoughts on “Poetry (67)

  1. Will she ever want them back, or is she walking barefoot as we speak? And are they made from her shed tail? If so that’s dark – very dark. Lovely, sad poem for the poor, lost maid ๐Ÿ™‚


    1. I regret to inform you… she’s dead. She drowned herself and her shoes washed back up and in my version, the lady’s maid filched them. Whether they were actually bequeathed I’m still not sure.

      In the original Andersen tale, the mermaid was never able to charm the Prince in time, someone else beat her to him, so she surrendered herself to the waves she had renounced, never able to return, but as part of the magical deal, as a kind of mercy, the witch turned her into sea foam when she died. Glad you like!

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      1. Took liberties, shredded them, stuck a few back together again, burned what was left ๐Ÿ™‚ I do hope not sweet little princesses were bought the original story in light of the Disney film – some very disturbed nights would have ensued


      2. Indeed. Meh. It comes down to the original instructive moral function of fairy-tales.

        The moral of The Little Mermaid is that there’s nothing wrong in wanting to marry up, just don’t be surprised if you end up feeling ‘out of your element’. Also that decisions have consequences and the grass is always greener etc.

        Don’t get me started on how bloody Cinderella is… Fairy-tales are kind of my area. ๐Ÿ˜€

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      3. Yes, a quick search and you find several where women have their hands cut off and kids are dismembered (though often they spring back to life later in the story) and that’s before we approach the concept of giving women away to frogs or monsters or men who kill beasts just to keep the peace. We really were part of the goods and chattels


      4. Oh that really depresses me. Back to hacking off limbs! Yes, a lot of Christian influences over the subject of Ressurection… although I’m very sure I’m preaching to the choir with you, albeit a choir of sirens.

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      5. Haha! Lovely idea – a choir of sirens. What sort of mischief would they get up to with Gareth Malone? Don’t get me started down the path of Christianity and its influence on gender and how women are perceived – we could be here a long time ๐Ÿ™‚


      6. Excellent article by the way, I know Zipes quite well. “What a name, “thought I, “Jack Zipes!” – more an exclamation than a noun. Probably another Giant Killer.

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