Mermaids and the Magic of the Deep
If you follow me on social media, one thing you'll know about me is I love the ocean. The sea draws me to it in a visceral way. My early memories transport me to time spent by the Atlantic Ocean when I lived on the East Coast as a young girl. When I'm in a particularly nostalgic mood and find myself unable to leave my landlocked home, I make my way to the North Shore to what I think of as a saltless sea, Lake Superior.
The ocean's vastness and endless horizon pull me in. When I stand on shore and witness the briny blue kiss the sky, it fills me with something almost indescribable—almost.
Over the past year, I've attempted to capture the emotions the ocean evokes within me through my poetry. Aided by photographs I've taken of my more recent visits to the West Coast, I sit and remember. I conjure up the sensation of the cool California sand on my bare feet, hear the sound of the relentless sweeping waves of the Pacific...
My imagination, however, takes me even further and I imagine being a creature of the deep.
Blue Alchemist
As the ocean blue—
Waves
roll over me,
pull me down,
steal my breath,
wrap me in silt,
slough my skin,
break my bones.
—changes me
from one to the other.
~Joie Lesin
Until next time,
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About the Author
Minnesota-based author, Joie Lesin is a life-long fiction writer and the author of The Passenger. She has long been fascinated by anything otherworldly including ghosts. She loves to write a good ghost story—especially when it includes a touch of romance.
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