What is a Merrow…? Gorgeous Limited Edition Mermaid prints now available..

A Merrow is a gentle Irish mermaiden in Celtic folklore.

I painted this romantic watercolour painting , “Merrow Kiss” quite some time ago, and released it in a limited edition run of prints. It is definitely one of my favourite paintings; I love anything to do with these mysterious mythical creatures whose bodies – half human, half fish, symbolise the feminine connection with imagination, love and sensuality. The prints sold out quickly and due to requests by a number of customers recently, I am releasing it as a limited edition poster print.

This poem by W.B Yeats was my inspiration ~

“A Mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown”

The print comes signed and titled by me with a certificate of authenticity. For a limited time I am able to offer it with free shipping anywhere in the world. You can find it for sale in my online shop Here.

Wings

When we love
we are as Angels :
our deepest thoughts become limbs, become wings
to carry us
beyond the realm of doubt
of worry and fear
(our true enemies)
and over a wide sea of so many obstacles
that separate us
to the realm of Imagination
where we can be free to truly love
in reality.

Under the Tree

A soldier rode up on his tumbling black horse

to the woman under the Tree,

“What are you waiting for ?”, he said

“For Death”, answered she.

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He asked “May I wait by your side?”

“Sit down” she beckoned him there,

and he sat beneath the shadowy branches

As she began plaiting her hair.

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He watched as her fingers parted her tresses-

turning this way and that ,

and she gathered some flowers, grasses and clover

and knotted them in with her plaits.

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” What are you doing?” asked the soldier,

Desire creeping into his heart

” I am gathering my possessions around me

before my funeral may start.”

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And he saw how lovely she was

There in the shade of the Tree

“Surely you are born of this meadow

and lie waiting in it for me…”

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He took off his armour and he took up his sword

as he brushed the hair from her face,

and he entered it into her body

with beautiful sly, gentle grace.

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She clung to him whispering softly

so that only the Tree could hear