His wife is domineering
But he gets the kick that way.
Watch he might,
The other is intriguing
And complex to catch.
But she has made him an addict,
The sea is what he breathes and drinks.
The trips he makes
To get a glimpse or more of her
Is explained away - fisherman that he is.
But he comes back to shore
With ever less fish in store -
For the net was trawled elsewhere
Trying to catch a phantom lover.
But to such old trick played
The mermaids do not fall prey.
Tonight the wife will tie,
And whip his naked thighs
And he will weep bitter cries.
Perhaps this way,
Away mermaids may fly and deep dive
And fish catching once again thrives,
And the wife's smiling face revives.
Copyright Haileselassie Girmay