Jack O’ Hare Meets The Mermaid of The Red Deer: A Poem

October 26, 2018 at 9:42 pm (Arts, Entertainment, Folklore, Life, love, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

A huge silvery white moon rose in majestic glory
above the sky, above the clouds and above the canyon
its luminous giant white disc
causing dazzling lights
and mysterious shadows
to fall on top of the skyclad Badlands cutbank hills
that formed like magic mountains
in the canyon of the Dry Island Buffalo Jump
through which the magical enchanted Red Deer River flowed
in this majestic spot
near the town of Huxley, Alberta

The lantern in the sky
acted like a theatrical magic lantern
from years gone by
in its dazzling array of
flickering lights
shapeshifting shadows
that sparkled and danced
on the Badlands hills
like fairies and gnomes
engaged in a tug of war
to see which magical creatures would come out
on top.

On this enchanted evening
five days before Halloween
when pure magic was in the air
on riverbank rocks sat
the noble Jack O’ Hare.

A wild hare jack rabbit
and explorer of Canada’s west
He’d been there, done that
never settled for 2nd best

“Greetings, Jack,” the mermaid of the Red Deer
raised her head above the glistening moonlit waters.
“Greetings, fair mermaid,” Jack raised his bunny ears
in greeting.

“All is well?” The mermaid asked.
“All is well,” Jack answered,
“and all will be well.”
“Glad to hear it,” the mermaid smiled
as starlight danced in her eyes.

The mermaid disappeared under the waves of the river
swimming south to Drumheller
the hub of the Red Deer River Badlands
and birthplace of Jack’s friend.

The mermaid swam to impart
the blessings of this night down there
And birds sang gently in the trees,
All is well, all will be well.

And Jack hopped up the river bank
and continued his trek under
the midnight moonlit sky
as the birds continued to sing
their cheerful lullaby.

-A Jack O’Hare poem
written by Christopher
Friday October 26th


  1. David Redpath said,

    A delightful Mermaid tale
    of fur, scale, and fin …🌙
    as long as she didn’t go
    off to split hares 🐇
    upon her moonlit swim 🏊

  2. Hyperion said,

    A nice soothing moment before the toddler demons and goblins strike out across the lands to secure tons of treats formed from murdered sugar cane and beets. The last calm night before the GOO tweets Trudopes burning weed breath is why they can’t meet. Yet, in this witching hour we’ll see a plethora of anti-GOO Poo stories and Pootin will smile a wicked smile as his agent, Stormy Daniels teaches Chancellor Smirkle how to twerk her potato formed bootie, the GOO to beguile. Red haired Russian beauties will board the planes and make their way to Washington’s swamp with all their spyware hidden between their legs when once grabbed by the GOO appointees, Pootin can hear everything they said. Business as usual, we’ll all agree, and declare all bizarre occurences a good day indeed. 😁. Happy Halloween Chris! It was nice to feel the calm between Jack and the Mermaid as our tumultuous lives careen toward our GOOey inspired fate.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Happy Halloween, Daniel. 😃

      All the chaos you’ve described in your prophetic prognostication above come alive in the humourous Halloween poem I wrote today entitled Wilkie The Cat As Count Dracula.

      In which Wilkie The Cat as a feline Broadway version of Ed Wood Jr. (striving to be a feline Broadway version of Orson Welles) gives his own take on Bram Stoker’s classic vampire tale mixed in with a dash of geopolitics, contemporary American culture (or lack thereof) and the GOO Trumpian scene along with pontifical heresies as well as Anglican episcopal clowns.

      I’ll be posting that poem on Monday as I’ll be posting a re-blog of a poem I wrote a few years ago called The Ghost White Buffalo (inspired by an oil painting painted by my dad about an actual historical event that took place in the cold blizzardy Alberta winter of 1907-1908) for today on what would have been my dad’s birthday if he was still alive.

      Then tomorrow I’ll be posting a re-post of one of my friends’ blogs since I often use Sunday evening as the night to post one of my friends’ blogs.

      Then come Monday expect the world premiere debut of Wilkie The Cat’s Count Dracula.

      Will Wilkie’s Dracula last until a 2nd night or will it close after Wilkie’s first night like his numerous other Broadway disasters?

      Stay tuned this Monday to find out.

      • Hyperion said,

        I look forward to it with anticipation of delightful screen obliterating guffaws.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Sales of Sherrielock’s Magic Mushroom Cleaner will be doing well that day.

      • Hyperion said,

        I keep a vial of it in my pocket with a clean hankie just in case.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Be prepared as the Boy Scouts say.

        Which was my Norwegian godfather’s explanation when he entered a fancy restaurant with his fly wide open on one occasion. 😂

      • Hyperion said,

        Surely it was your Norwegian godfather’s Viking roots that compelled him to raise the mast to sail the North Sea.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        I believe it was.

        Errol Flynn sadly beat him into drowning in Veronica Lake.

      • Hyperion said,

        I guess that might be the second best send away for a viking. If he held onto his sword he surely went to Valhalla.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,


  3. rebirthshande said,

    A story of tug of war there are no winners or losers it’s something better swam for all great poem I think I am to point

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