Eclectic pagans, proudly queer.
She/her for most of us unless specified, they/them collectively.
| Pronouns | she/her: they/them |
| Pronouns | she/her: they/them |
The Mermaid Laughs
She rises on a crest of silver,
hair spilling stars across the tide.
Every wave is her ribbon,
every ripple sings her name.
Her tail flashes like sunrise caught in water,
a promise painted in turquoise and flame.
She twirls with dolphins,
dances with gulls,
her joy too wide to fit the horizon.
She hums, and the sea hums back—
a chorus of whales,
a lullaby for coral,
a hymn that turns the salt air sweet.
No shipwreck clings to her ankles,
no sorrow hides in her song—
only the laughter of tides
and the kiss of a thousand shells
rattling their applause beneath her.
She gathers pearls in her palms,
gifts them to the currents,
lets them tumble like wishes
into the endless blue.
I watch from the shore,
my toes in wet sand,
and when her eyes catch mine
I swear the sea itself
is asking me to dream—
to believe in the shimmer of impossible things,
to know that joy can take any shape,
even a girl with a tail of flame
laughing her way across the waves.
Casual reminder that you are the magic in the world.
You are important. You are seen. You are loved.
You don't need to wait to change this or do that; you are worthy and lovable just as you are now.
Now go get some water, take your meds and unclench that jaw.
Luv you