The Merrow

The Merrow
By: Catherine Oborski


I met a Merrow once,

A cunning one was she.

Her precise scarlet cap,

Atop that silver sea.

Weaving silky stories

Of a life for she and me.

Her cap she says one day,

Is to a sailor, the key.

A kiss she says is all,

All it takes for the key to the sea.

A price to pay for a life,

A life for she and me.

To get that scarlet cap,

A kiss was it to be?

And with that simple kiss,

I was a slave to the sea.

She cried, she laughed,

“You should never listen to me!”

For if she were to give that cap,

Give that cap for a life for she and me,

A Merrow she’d be no more,

A slave to earth she’d be.