A selkie tale from a boy's point of view. |
She came from the west, That wild girl from the sea. Smelling of salt water, She enchanted me. In her eyes danced The stars high above In her voice was always The soft coo of a dove. As she shed her sealskin, We danced 'neath the moon. As the other ones sang A low, mournful tune. Her legs moved almost like A cool Irish breeze, With her arms wrapped tight 'round me, We moved to the sea. Both cloaked in her sealskin, We swept through the waves. Her sweet arms embracing me As if I was but a babe. We laid on the floor Of the ocean so deep. As her lovely soft voice Slowly lulled me to sleep. Her skin, t'was as soft As water in my hands. Her hair white as pearls From faraway lands. Her sealskin pale And mottled with brown, Her face just as lovely As flowers from the ground. I soon grew quite weary Of life under the sea, For I missed my family And they surely missed me. With tears in her eyes, She bore me back to land. I left my soul with her In the palm of her hand. I have grown old now, My sight is quite dim. But I can still see her If I've but a whim. It has been many years Since I wandered the sea. But if I can but remember The selkie is with me. |