A Selkie declines the dance

“You’ll be the rhythm and I’ll be the beat
You’ll be the rhythm and I’ll be the beat
Then I’ll be the rhythm and you’ll be the beat
And love, the shoreline, where you and I meet”
~Lykke Li, Melodies & Desires

this Selkie stays far out to sea

I learned well from my sisters still blazing
these waters, eyes burning with salt
over bone princes sunken like stones with
forever eyes blinking and awake
in their grey-green beds;
and those sisters with two legs now, flames
dimmed to small candles
standing still silent on ledges, eyes eating the waves.
Shorelines demand a surrender of edges;
desire will skulk and steal and bury soul
skin bare, leaving feet to shake the rocks and lungs
out of their depth.

© 2014 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved.

Image: Bearded Seal at Monaco Glacier, Svalbard by kerryinlondonsome rights reserved