A Mermaid's Wink: Book One

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 Mermaid’s Wink.”