Selkie Weather

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Clouds beach themselves on the mountain

as cold rain rises from the grey

mammals of storm.

Slow and slender, she descends

to earth possessing

anything natural or human.

She soaks through my hair, my skin

infusing the bones with her song

of sea  and winter birds

stuffed between the large stones

hungering for rest. The wind calling

for high tide and full moon. A flood

that weakens those stubborn things

beyond moss and barnacle. Its waves

washing off what splinters and laments.


Note — In Scottish/Irish legends, the selkie is a mythical being part seal and part woman who often sheds her sealskin to become mortal at certain times of the day or year.  

7 comments

  1. Wendy,

    There is a mystical aura to this poem, a hold that “infuses the bones”.
    Your words become one with the mist of the painting. There is a mingling
    of voice and vision that makes it all real, and possible for each of us to shift
    for a minute to our selkie selves.

    As always from your pen, top shelf!

    Sarah

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    • Hi Sarah

      Thanks so much for your beautiful commentary on this poem! I deeply appreciate it.
      Here, in the high desert we have had a taste of the sea and a real Autumn as a cold rain sweeps in from the coast bringing with it a slow drift of mist and air tinged with cool dampness. And perhaps, in its gray gathering of clouds on the mountains, the spirit of the seal, the selkie!

      Take care,
      Wendy

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    • Hi Craig

      As always, I deeply appreciate you taking the time to read and survey my work. I am glad those words resonate and thank you for your comment.

      My Best
      Wendy

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  2. Hi Sarah

    Thanks so much for your beautiful commentary on this poem! I deeply appreciate it.
    Here, in the high desert we have had a taste of the sea and a real Autumn as a cold rain sweeps in from the coast bringing with it a slow drift of mist and air tinged with cool dampness. And perhaps, in its gray gathering of clouds on the mountains, the spirit of the seal, the selkie!

    Take care,
    Wendy

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  3. Slow and slender, she descends

    to earth possessing

    anything natural or human.

    That’s a chilling thought, even if the possession is of benign intent. On the other hand, the clouds beaching themselves on the mountains is a terrific image.

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  4. Hi Michael,

    Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and keen insight regarding this poem. Indeed, rain and spirits can be a chilling but often fascinating thought.

    Take care
    Wendy

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