I smell of sea-tang and blood ocean wind and dune grass swords
Sand fills my mouth salty water chokes my lungs
I roll with the tides sea diamonds in my hair
My life now clarity again within the waters of my birth.
In Irish, Scottish, Icelandic and Scandinavian folklore, the[s]elkie is a woman of the ocean who lives inside a seal skin. When she comes up to the rocks she slips out of her skin to bask in the sun. If a man is able to steal her skin while she sleeps, she is forced to become his wife and live on land. But, if the selkie finds her skin again, she transforms back into her true form and immediately returns to the sea, free. Selkie Collection
message in a bottle for: Sue Vincent’s #writephoto clarity
featured image: Sue Vincent; additional image: selkie from shareourgarden.blogspot.com;
And a digression on clarity via the Indigo Girls. A verse from “Closer to Fine”:
I stopped by the bar at three A.M.
To seek solace in a bottle, or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I’d been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity
July 22, 2019 at 6:02 pm
I agree with Willow on the second poem… but I love the first, echoing, as it does, the dual life of a selkie.
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July 20, 2019 at 3:06 pm
I really like what has come from this photo prompt –
the cleave poem, which reads in many ways, and allows for expansion, as by air or water, in the ways it can be interpreted and mostly, I like the soft suggestions, the subtlety of it …. the possibilities of endings, beginnings, death, rebirth, …. for whatever it is, however it is, for the myriad reasons it just came to be …. written down
((((((((((hugs my friend)))))))))))))
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July 20, 2019 at 6:27 am
I have been fascinated by the Selkie since I was a small child. I wanted to be one so much.
Your poem about seeking clarity in bottom of a glass also is pure genius 💜💜
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July 22, 2019 at 8:29 pm
Thank you!
I only learned of selkies as an adult, and am fascinated with the idea. I can see why you would want to be one. More mysterious than mermaids, and able to bridge both wet and dry worlds.
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July 22, 2019 at 11:45 pm
Such a beautiful thought and wide spread a tale 💜
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July 22, 2019 at 8:48 pm
Oh, and I can’t take credit for the second centred poem — that’s part of the lyric from the Indigo Girl’s Closer to Fine!
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July 22, 2019 at 11:44 pm
💜 yes I see, but the rest is beautiful 💜
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