soulskin

Harbor_seal_(Phoca_vitulina)_at_Magdalen_fjord,_Svalbard_(1)

By AWeith – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=51548911

 

kelp marries the tidal dance between the skerries

torridonian sandstone and sweet yellow gorse set in

orcadian cobalt blue skies with nae a cloud to be seen

 

stillness roars and you feel yourself expanded

magic trembles you a body shiver and you breathe

the deepest of breaths flowing into fullness of being

 

that long slow sigh escapes you like a beautiful wish

and a peace falls upon your countenance like rays from

the golden sunlit heaven that you occupy this blessed moment

 

tis a day for magic if you have only the eyes to see it

there the glistening ocean’s edge sings to your sensual soul

movement in the water draws your eye to the brown

 

mottled pattern of circle and spot and eyes as deep as

saucers of black ink beckoning to you to dive away in

gliding effortlessly and disappearing from sight but

 

not mind so you move over the craggy rock towards

the inlet only to be stopped by an explosion in your

own heart at the sight of the naked woman who will

 

be the end of you stepping from her seal-skin to walk

In human form and make a gentle mischief perhaps

lore tells she is yours if the skin you can take from her

 

and though her beauty causes an ache that echoes

you know that such loveliness belongs in the ocean

and your heart breaks there for the knowing of it

 

 

Day 21 of NaPoWriMo in The Garden where Brendan asks us to write of Mythical Creatures

 

16 thoughts on “soulskin

  1. Brendan says:

    Ah cousin. The composition of this — the sonorous particulars, the splash and sea-drift, stanzas centered, unpunctuated: to read is to dive into the fluid seal freedom, and what a joy. And that final stanza, what an absolute of the soul of the sea-song. Beautiful work. A MacOdrum kilt to you.

  2. kim881 says:

    You picked one of my favourite myths, Paul, one I’ve written about several times and will always come back to. I love the sounds of the sea in ‘kelp’ and ‘skerries’, the ‘tidal dance’, and the use of colour, especially the gorse, another favourite of mine, and the oxymoron in ‘stillness roars’. The effects of magic are so beautifully conveyed.
    My favourite lines are:
    ‘mottled pattern of circle and spot and eyes as deep as
    saucers of black ink beckoning to you to dive away in’
    and
    ‘…though her beauty causes an ache that echoes
    you know that such loveliness belongs in the ocean
    and your heart breaks there for the knowing of it’.

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