
We kept the mermaid in a saltwater cell
made of glass
she was quite the most beautiful thing
we'd ever seen
we stood around for days, looking, listening
she seduced us all
not meaning to, it was the warmth of her words
the sensuousness web of her poetry
a velvet voice with the southern drawl we wished for her
it was her nature
through the prism of the glass we adored her
knew we were adored in return
now there is only the ebbing of ocean and memory
of the sweet sea island she made our own
shattered by the weight of delusion the tank is broken
where once 10,000 gallons of clear blue sea
held by constraints we'd composed so carefully
to hold her tight
Seaworld or prison, it all depended on the nature
of the light
***
I've known Lane longer than anyone here. I brought her from Poetic Constellations after I discovered AP. She in turn brought others to this place. I've known her as Misslane, Dalaney, Mermaid, MadameX, and maybe it is that last tag that sums her up best because I spent two years trying like hell to understand and keep up with her (and what a ride it was!) She made friends easily and it was easy to love her.
She's not perfect, far from it.
She is unique.
I have no idea if she'll ever come back, so I thought I should add to the memorial.
But don't be surprised if her words grace these 'pages' again.
I know the coast and the tide always turns.
Lane, I hope you're smoking something sweet right now, watching the moon rise over the sea.
I truly hope you find what your looking for.
Maybe I'll See you in Savannah someday.
We share that city, remember.
love,
David
your 'Artiste'