Day 5 Month of Poetry: this one based on the many fairy stories about the selkies.
Seal Wife
the moon sugar-white sharp like day like stainless noon
magick above waves above sand
dancing on feet on brittle toes brighthair darkeye I
with sisters with silver with blood of ocean
magick above waves above sand
dancing on feet on brittle toes brighthair darkeye I
with sisters with silver with blood of ocean
every speckling sparkling pore
behind rock hidden hard breathing
as moon kisses not-women pale against ice-stars against soft sky
behind rock hidden hard breathing
as moon kisses not-women pale against ice-stars against soft sky
You
when I keen for my skin you say nay, nay:
stay stay my bride be
selkie of the sea
of the kitchen hearth, now
not of sea
stay stay my bride be
selkie of the sea
of the kitchen hearth, now
not of sea
belly grown huge with black-eyed babes
no sisters to swallow screaming
no salt to wash bleeding
no fur no fins no thing sea could own
light through glass say: away, away
wrapped in what you stole
black-eyed sons must fret on floor
one flick one tailbright tailblackened
to ocean I
to self I
gone
no sisters to swallow screaming
no salt to wash bleeding
no fur no fins no thing sea could own
light through glass say: away, away
wrapped in what you stole
black-eyed sons must fret on floor
one flick one tailbright tailblackened
to ocean I
to self I
gone
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