Real Toads: Not a Mermaid

Today over at Real Toads, we have another photo prompt for the Weekend. I don’t know what it is about these photo prompts that drive me straight to the back row of the Dark Places Drive-In!

photo by Man Ray 1929

The Not-a-Mermaid
She was caught in the fishermen’s net
and hung upside down to dry.
her hair hung in ripples
like the marks of the riptide
on the sand bar.
Poor dead thing,
admiring her hair in the breeze
as it wrapped around her,
She slipped and fell
off the cliff and drowned.
No mermaid –
Just another vain girl
hoist on her own petard –
or tangled in her own hair –
She dropped,
She drowned,
She was snared.
Only her hair still looks alive.
One of the fishermen admired her locks.
Quick as thought he chopped off her hair
with a gutting knife –
This’ll make a luverly wig for me wife!

28 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Frank J. Tassone
    Nov 04, 2017 @ 22:33:02

    “A luverly wig…” as long as the wife doesn’t learn where it’s from! 😉


  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    Nov 04, 2017 @ 22:34:42

    I love it…Dark Places Drive-In! Such a fun take on the photo. Where else could you have gone?


  3. kaykuala
    Nov 04, 2017 @ 23:54:11

    Quick as thought he chopped off her hair
    with a gutting knife –
    This’ll make a luverly wig for me wife!

    Admiration comes in strange ways!



  4. tedstrutz
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 00:13:33

    ‘Hung upside down to dry’… what a great take on the prompt.


  5. jazzbumpa
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 00:27:59

    both grotesque and amusing
    quite a fine line to walk



  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 01:41:52

    What a scary thing to wear, reminds me of another use of human hair. I learned that it was once knitted into fishermen’s underwear for extra warmth..


  7. kim881
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 03:50:06

    Oh this is a dark fisherman’s tale, Toni! Poor vain girl but I hope the fisherman’s wife doesn’t find out where the hair for her ‘luverly wig’ came from! I love the lines:
    ‘her hair hung in ripples
    like the marks of the riptide
    on the sand bar’
    and the use of rhyme to give the ending its dark humour.


  8. Vivian Zems
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 04:21:56

    I’m certain there’s some truth to this somewhere. What a wig!


  9. Kerry
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 06:23:15

    I love the way this poem begins: the description of the drowned girl is exceptional. The narrative took an unexpected turn at the end, but highlights that beauty can be exploited even in death!


  10. Namratha Varadharajan
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 11:55:32

    What a tale! And so weird! Wonderful writing


  11. sanaarizvi
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 13:54:04

    Such a spooky tale you have woven here, I like that you pictured her as a mermaid❤️ Beautifully rendered.


  12. erbiage
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 16:42:14

    Fantastic. Love the voice of the fisherman, very funny! And the marks in the sand bar, those Patterns always fascinated me


    • kanzensakura
      Nov 05, 2017 @ 16:45:29

      Me too. The ways tides run, especially riptides have always been fascinating. I grew up in the coast of NC, graveyard of the Atlantic specifically because of the riptides. My mother tells of how as a young child, I wanted me hair done like the rips. Kids!


  13. wildchild47
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 17:43:05

    Wonderfully darkly in the unexpected humour – but there is a deep seated beauty in the tragedy of the netting, yet sensitively told. This literally smells of the salt air and feels like the tides are pulling.


    Nov 05, 2017 @ 18:50:12

    chilling but with a funny ending!


  15. othermary
    Nov 05, 2017 @ 23:06:46

    Luverly, but creepy.


  16. purplepeninportland
    Nov 06, 2017 @ 09:50:16

    Ooh, darkness takes center stage on this one. Love that ending , Toni.


  17. Marian
    Nov 06, 2017 @ 15:47:35

    Yikes, I can see all of this and this couple.


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