SELKIE
Alone, the cold body of the selkie man lay upon the sand, so like the drowned one the widow had called for.
For her longing, he was hauled upon the sand, exposed to the moonlight.
The selkie strained in fraught movements and human form broke from the gleaming seal fur.
Undeniably he bore the image of the widow’s lost husband and spoke with the sounds of the dead man’s voice.
She hailed back from the rocks.
Shadows accumulating beyond the moon’s ability to reform.
Colours were washed from sight and silver crashed through her, colder than snow dreams of being.
In the dark, the ocean became the rolling flanks of a great beast drifting back across the horizon.
Out deep soon, the land’s drop sharp.
Story from Mystical Tides
Renwulf Author: Tamara Rendell
Tamara Rendell is the author of the mythological / historical fiction novels Realm of the Stag King and Realm of the Witch Queen and her poetry and stories collection Mystical Tides.
(Post Image: The Mermaid by Howard Pyle, 1910)
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