Naiad of Table Rock


Naiad of Table Rock

Grazing in the shallows of the rocky cove
wreathed by dragonfly wings,
wide mouth filled with silvery minnows,
with a flip of her tail,
she is gone.
The Riverman’s eldest Daughter,
sleek as an old catfish
glistening in the milky light of the sun,
makes her way to deepest pools
waiting for the chance
to knot fishing lines of the unwary angler
and tangle treasured lures
in hidden brush under the surface
of the cold fresh water lake.
Some think her a mermaid
but many scoff at the tales-
until when out casting
late at night
in the dark of the moon,
they see a vision,
too large to be a common fish.
Her back scaled and iridescent,
trailing bright phosphorescence
in the murky water.
Silvered hair floats above her
to the surface
as she takes their bait
and runs deep and fast-
another one that got away.

*** for dVerse prompt to write of mythological creatures – thought I would include our local naiad – pretty sure I have almost caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye – what was that big splash?