I used to love writing things as verse when I was younger and I thought I’d give it a go again. because these days there is a lot to be said for people doing things because they love doing them. I’m also getting bored of seeing and hearing the same stories rehashed (and don’t even get me started on them being accompanied by some hellish AI generated artwork) so why not try something a bit different?

This then is a return to the wild north of the county and its infamous inland mermaid and a return to a writing style I really enjoy. I hope you enjoy it too (tip: its better if you read it aloud. Which also has the benefit of those around you wondering what on earth you are up to).

As all too often, this tale begins,
With a man and a woman he’s trying to win
Yet when she declines and turns him down,
He declares her a witch who deserves to drown.
But as quickly discovered by Josh Linnet,
Revenge is a dish that’s best served wet.

Though Linnet lied when he called her a witch
He would soon find out that karma’s a bitch.
For as she sank down into the pool’s depths,
She cursed him with her dying breaths
And in the nights which followed, Linnet heard
Nothing but those avenging words

Until mad with guilt and lack of sleep
He summoned her spirit up from the deep
And fell down upon his knees to plead
Her forgiveness for his wicked deed

From beneath the mere the maid appeared
And cupped his face and wiped his tears
But as he sobbed, he saw her grin
And her nails dug deep into his skin
Then at his face he felt her claw,
Until Joshua Linnet could cry no more

They found his body by the mere
Face torn to shreds, eyes wide with fear
But it would not end with his blood spilt.
Others must now pay for his guilt.
And so for centuries the siren’s call
Has lured her victims to this pool

Where hands would take them by surprise
And drag them down to where she lies
Who knows how many have paid the price?
All I can offer you is my advice
Please keep to the road, whatever you hear,
And beware of the curse of the maid of Blake Mere