On the Lavender shore of a faraway land
a beautiful maiden was carved from the sand.
she had seashell eyes and driftwood hands,
seaweed for hair and a sunbleached tan.
with a voice like fine whiskey
so lovely was she
The beautiful Meera birthed by the sea.
she would sing all day
and weep all night
for her life in the sea just didn’t feel right
Meera longed to be human
to be of flesh and of bone
to step foot on land
and abandon her home
so she swam to the shore, steadied her breath
climbed onto the pier to take her first steps
almost right away she struggled and stumbled
her driftwood hands cracked
and sandy legs crumbled
the rest of her body was beginning to crack
and with all the strength she could manage
she pulled herself back
back to the ocean, back to her home
as she came to realise she couldn’t do it alone
no, she’d need a new body
one of flesh and of bone
for every night onwards as she passed sailing ships
she’d catch sailor’s eyes with a song on her lips
one by one they would fall to their graves
minds scrambled beyond reason, their bodies her slaves
with every new victim, she’d remove their sin.
she finally had a body
to walk around in.