Three Mermaids


I have a bit of a thing about mermaids. The house is strewn with pictures and even a bit of stained glass.

So recently I wrote about a mermaid in my story The Real McCoy which  has been read at three live literature events by three different actors in under a month.

To celebrate here is the first mermaid picture I bought, which is a print by Fran Slade. Look – there’s three of them!

mermidsand here are links to the readings.

Louisa Gummer at Literary Kitchen Festival

Lin Sagovsky at Liars’ League

and Carrie Cohen at Other Worlds (Brockley Max Festival)

Fascinating the different takes each of them give it!

Many Merry Mermaids


This is just a bit of nonsense, based on a writing exercise in which every word in a sentence must start with the same letter.  Stops you using ‘the’ and ‘and’ and ‘I’ unless you are very clever, which I’m not… perhaps with a bit of practice!

Many Merry Mermaids

Many merry mermaids making mischief make mariners miserable.

Slowly sinking ships sail sluggishly south, sad sailors send semaphore signals shoreward.

We welcome wistful westerly winds – whistling wordlessly, we watch white whales while walking with witches who wonder when we will wake.

Dawn dreamers don’t dally: delve deep, drown deeper; drink deadly draughts, dance delicately down.

Full fathom five.

Bone by bone.

Many merry mermaids make much mischief.

copyright Cherry Potts 2010