She was brought to the Sisters one blue day,
For being unmarriageable it seemed,
But the abbess was quick to notice that
Merrymine was happy enough to arrive.

She donned tawny robes and grew long, rusty hair—
Neither beauty nor genius, her talent was
Her love of rescue and the rescue of love.
Never an orphan went unloved that she found.

Birds, squirrels, cats, dogs, possum, boys, and girls—
Merrymine saved them, nursed them, and homed them
As any mother, having discovered
Her child abandoned to a cold fate, would.

Few wondered when she adopted Esaly,
The girl who was so often seized and felled
By the drowning spells; surely she touched things
Unseen and unknown to the human world.

Prologue :: dream :: glancing over her shoulder :: Merrymine


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