I fell in love with a little girl who followed me down
to the sea, a little girl with broken legs who begged,
"Bury your seal coat, mama, and stay with me
for seven more years..."
and in the moonlight, we dug a hole in the sand
with a broken scooped shell, and I put my old life
inside, I put my life
in her small smoothing hands, and she destroyed me;
she took every pearl I ever had,
took them for her own...
I've forgotten the song of the waves;
I doubt I will ever hear it again
until this whole world turns blue.
| I like things which introduce new things to me such as the story of Ondine which I had to look up in reading this. Love, commitment, trust and betrayal has forever been a keen set of tropes to merge, but "mama" adds a new twist. Pearls are not to be given lightly, but there are also those which you can still keep even if someone else throws them away. Heartbreak is a luxury only mortals can afford, the rest of us have a job to do. |
Alexander Pope said: "To err is human, to forgive divine." and “Trust not yourself, but your defects to know. Make use of every friend and every foe.”
Which is a nice little poem in itself.
|| Posted on 2011-12-03 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] || the last stanza really captures my imagination...|
actually between the poem and jane plane's comment, i have a strong urge to see this film...especially since it inspired such a beautiful, inspired piece of writing.
"until this whole world turns blue"
all ocean...all sadness...
|| Posted on 2011-12-02 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || I haven't seen the film "Ondine" yet, but I've read several versions of the original myth and then I watched the movie trailer. The line that stuck with me was, "Misery is easy, happiness you have to work at."|
Your poem is so bitter-sweet. Like the love one has for a child. Giving so much only to finally be "abandoned" for the bigger, better world beyond. And yet . . . there is a pride there, in seeing children grow and thrive. Taking your every pearl and making their own lovely jewelry. And of course, they rarely truly abandon their parents. . . they just become their own unique beings.
Lovers can take all your pearls though. And unlike Ondine, women cannot curse them to never sleep lest they choose to die. That is what happens in the myth.
The end of this poem is the most profound; the most heartbreaking. The sacrifice the nymph has made has left her alone and disconnected from the sea, from her song, from all that she was.
I would suspect that no little girl with broken legs could do this. Unless the little girl in this poem was really the speaker all grown up and allowing herself to sink beneath mounds of misery. And still, I would suspect some lover or another to have used a broken shell to help to bury her beneath it.
Anyway, just thoughts. I found this poem very sad and lovely.
|| Posted on 2011-12-02 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] |