A mermaid
I met in the
Busy street
Of Copenhagen,
Looking lovelorn;
You still there?
Waiting for the
Prince?
I ask a bit pained;
She looks dejected and
Utterly
Shell-shocked,
Against fading light,
And
As the noisy crowds surge around,
It is New Year's eve, after all,
And everybody is in a hurry,
And folks are milling impatiently,
Outside large stores for
The multi-coloured
Tempting
Discounted wares,
The pining mermaid,
Invisible to all;
She says,
The poor creature,
Eyes innocent and wide,
I am lost, my dear,
And
Will not be found ever
Till you people,
The human species
Accept me as your own
And,
Not as the
Perpetual Other.
