Writhing white against the foam
300 years flash before her eyes.
Foam has no recollection,
murmuring mermaids it froths and roils,
settling into sands of salty seas.
Check out the prompt for this piece at imaginary garden with real toads. It is my first contribution to the site. The prompt itself is an interesting read. Thanks for being there you beautiful toads. The title of my poem is taken from the title of the picture.