a poem in my pocket

Sitting on the bay shore,
the Golden Gate in view,
enjoy an afternoon delight
with bottle of bordeaux.

In nearby pool of ebb tide
where sea foam kisses shore
I hear a mermaid singing
summer song of salty lore.

Her name is Desdemona,
the wind rush plays her hair;
then sudden as quicksilver,
siren’s no longer there.

A swish of tail, a splash of scale,
she dives back under brine…
But when I tell my friends of Des,
they say, “Lay off the wine!”

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Linking to dVerse, where Merril challenges us to use at least 5 names of roses in our poem. I used the following names of rose varieties: Afternoon Delight
, Bordeaux
, Desdemona
, Ebb Tide
, Golden Gate, Mermaid
, Quicksilver
, Sea Foam
, Summer Song,
 Windrush