A Mermaid's Wink — Karen Hall

Stuck in a lamp
with legs cramp,
the humidity, horribly damp,
makes my skin sweat
with fallen drops of fret.

Stranded, alone,
dismal misery shone,
my lips whisper, Moan.

My eyes cry rue
while my heart woo
as I reflect tonight,
Rub my lamp right.

Worried about my lot,
Am I a slave sought
with rusted rot
in this forsaken
lamp of olden,
whence days told then?
Or would a wink steer
a fisherman near?

In saltwater I sink,

A Mermaids Wink.