The sea was like the bulging hills enwrapped
in mist that curled against the feral reefs,
upon whose jagged ribs the whitecaps rang.
A tranquil strain of hopefulness, entrapped
within the ambiance and depthless griefs
the brine withheld, a forlorn mermaid sang.
Then wringing her fair hands with bated breath,
she spied the schooner, far, with glad relief
and towards her lover, from the shoal, she sprang,
avowing her devotion until death’s
John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards. As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.