The pain of a mermaid

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 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.