Tis rare a miss
resists Sam’s starry eyes.
At his Mer-him: “Sit ye.”
they’re mire-smit
an’ “Mercy” they cry.
Aye,
that Sam is marshy.
Syreeta Muir is almost 100% certain she’s not a cannibal. Little jelly people do not count. Writing in Versification, Daily Drunk Mag, The Disappointed Housewife, Sledgehammer Lit, A Thin Slice of Anxiety. Photography in Barren Magazine and Olney Magazine.
Twitter: @hungryghostpoet