As the spone settles behind this vision
plankton drifts to drape the sylph-like shoulders,
aiding the camouflage of wonder,
She had often wished to be as free as the fish,
to swim upstream like the salmon,
to leap with the grace of the dolphin
and know she could go where nature called.
Land had never been her home, for she was
a creature of isolation and spent many hours
under a sickle moon, just wishing.
One day, as she sat dreaming on the sandy shore,
a Kelpie rose from the incoming waves,
upon his back was a Naiad, who beckoned her forward.
She rose and waded closer to this strange apparition,
as she drew near, the kelpie reared high and
the naiad slipped from sight. Diving under the water
she saw that the Naiad was playing amidst the seaweed
which floated beneath the surface. Suddenly....
the Kelpie was beneath her, his mane tangling with her feet
as he took her deeper and deeper, down to where
no man had been. The land of the Sea Sprites.
They laughed and they played amongst the many fish
to be seen...this was the life she desired so much.
Suddenly a shrill and piercing cry echoed through
the water like no sound she had ever heard before,
the siren's screech seemed to increase and she quite forgot
that she was still beneath the sea.
The Kelpie and the Naiad swam to where a smaller sea sprite
was trapped by a giant clam shell closing as she had reached
for a black pearl, much sought after for adornment.
The Neried was so small that she was completely enclosed
within the shell, but the others seemed helpless to free her, so
she took her silver comb from her hair and prised the shell open.
Her new found friends could not thank her enough...
"What can we do for you?" they each asked her...
"What do you most want of all things?
"Please let me stay here in the sea with you" she replied,
and they laughed, for their work was done.
She had her wish, and they took her last breath and
let it bubble to the surface, but they did not stay to play...
for theirs was the quest to bring unsuspecting wishers
to their fate...
to spend forevermore, within the sea, just like the fishes.
So, be careful ... what you wish for....
(c) ZYDHA HART 2006
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