Image, 1.13, Selkies, Faroese Stamp
She shed her skin,
to walk on sand.
He took the skin,
then took her hand.
She bore him children,
but could not withstand
the call of sea,
the waves’ command
to find her skin,
to leave the land—
and then one night, she found it,
my mother walked across the strand,
abandoned us and father’s plans
for true heart’s call, left cold northland.
Now in every seal we see her,
her eyes set in sleek selkie fur
My heart seemed without a beat
like a frozen drum
yet now it stirs and feels complete
as the sea-wind whispers, “come.”
Paul Brookes is hosting a month-long ekphrastic challenge using folklore images to celebrate the launch of his new poetry collection, “As Folktaleteller.” You can see the images here and also read the other responses.