Troublesome Trident

a sonnet by Dan Standing

My hair flows around me in the current,
Surrounded by a curtain of bubbles.
Within the chest is a golden trident,
And that is what begins all my troubles.

Light flashes as my fingers curl and grasp,
Body tingles and air rushes from chest.
Bikini bottom tight, I flip the clasp.
Legs stretch out and then together are pressed.

Scales sprout on skin and spread down from my hips,
Toes flair and spread out like two small fish tales,
Legs merge as one, but leave feminine lips,
Tale done; covered in iridescent scales.

Shed my gear and breath the water so cold,
Now a mermaid, cursed treasure I hold.