I met him under the sea—knocked unconscious by powerful waves. He swam me to shore.
He had a goatee thick like seaweed, long rope-like dreads, skin glistening like sand under the hot sun.
He said he was divorced, never considered finding love in a land walker until his youngest daughter married one.
He proposed with a conch shell. I brought it to my ear, and his voice drew me out to the ocean like the tide.
My family didn’t believe me when I said I was marrying a merman.
Not until I dipped my head underwater and never resurfaced.
© Nortina Simmons
3 thoughts on “His name was Triton”
we would say right on. but damn that was criton. sorry .
Oh! Just playing around with Disney’s Little Mermaid lore since the trailer for the new live-action version recently released