Inner Selkie

Posted on April 21, 2013

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Faroese stamp 579 the seal woman

 That wildness calls me again,

Drawing me home;

My seal skin left too long

Is demanding to be worn.

But how does it smell,

This call of the wild?

Like the salty, restless sea

On a stormy night.

And how does it sound,

This call of the wild?

Like branches tossing in a storm

Wanting to take flight.

But how does it feel,

This call of the wild?

Like warm wind on bare skin

One dark autumn night.

 

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