Selkie: A Poem + Photos

June 27, 2017


Stepping onto the rocky sand,

the waves sucking at my feet

Water Biting, numbing in its coldness,

toes lose feeling, gooseflesh rises on skin,

nipples harden

The water roiling, dark, foreboding--

it calls me deeper, deeper

Siren Song calls, it vibrates in my long bones

and swims through my veins like fish--

I hear it bouncing off the cliff face,

do they hear it too?

Standing on the dark, slick rocks, toes gripping,

arms outstretched and eyes closed--

wind whipping hair, fog brushing naked flesh

I feel the pull, the Call-- Home, they sing, Come Home,

this is your power place, your Soul Home

But I have not my sealskin, I cannot live beneath the waves--

and yet, still here, my power rises and knows this place,

these waters

A longing, dark and deep,

like the drop-off hidden just past the curling waves,

haunts me always

A desire for returning to,

becoming again of the Sea 







Ocean Blessings to my fellow Sea Witches + Sea Creatures,


Juniper Wren 

Poem & Photos (Shoot Location: Northern California Coastline) Copyright 2017 Aileen Marie (Juniper Wren) / FemmedelaForet 

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© 2017 by Femme de la Foret // Aileen Peterson

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