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

MERROWKISS~original watercolor painting~

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.

merrow mermaid original painting 2


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.


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.


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.


” What are you doing?” asked the soldier,

Desire creeping into his heart

” I am gathering my possessions around me

before my funeral may start.”


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…”


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.


She clung to him whispering softly

so that only the Tree could hear