selkie

held dearly,
through the burn of what is,
and a promise of what yet comes:

will this one soften,
into shades blown deeper
than a cello?
will it hang
in a window's arch,
unwinding into rainbows?
or unroll with pinions and primaries,
imagining sky-ways?

there is a kind of darling
lay dreaming in sand;
in whom the glass-maker
looks inside,
and through,
and on behind ...

maybe a selkie.
or the falcon.
or wild dog of india ...

always, though -
and magically -
there is the shape
of a heart.

an hour-glass
that breaks every minute,
seeing what comes next?

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I've, for real in real life, played lovely violin music for captive kangaroos before. And I will do it again fyi.

[Chris Shaw]

A poem of intrigue and wonder Lara. I am left wanting to know what happens next. May that heart remain intact and not shattered like glass. My mind wandered in your words. Good to read you.

Chris

[Lara]

Thank you, Chris. 🙏
Dust to dust regardless, may the heart renewed remain ✨️
God bless.

[red93]

Marvellously mysterious, as befitting a Piece about a mythical being. 'unwinding into rainbows' is a particularly nice line. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[MyStory67]

My name is Lara, i love this :)

[Michael Sun Bear]

Lara, I am trying to catch up with the writing of Friends I haven’t visited for a while, and I was shocked to find this poem, as I just yesterday posted my own Selkie poem. Everything is out there, we just need to let it find us, and I guess a selkie muse found us both. Your poem is more mysterious, more striking in its imagery. All night I will be puzzling over: “will this one soften, into shades blown deeper than a cello?” I don’t know, will it? The beating heart of your poem is just great: “maybe a selkie, or the falcon, or wild dog of India…”

[Lara]

Thanks for reading, my friend.
As I think about it, I suppose every singular breath is an experiment of transformation ?

[Lorry]

I reckon you already know this but Selkie in Scots means seal and are a mythical creature hear that changes from seal to human form and there are some who believe me describing them as mythical is blasphemy! 😃
They are cursed, or blessed, depending how you see things as only being able to take one form at a time, but to me it's better that than no choice at all.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selkie

[Lara]

Hi Lorry.
Yes, existence and transformations can be both a blessing and curse I suppose. Perspective makes the difference I imagine. 🙏

[emmajoygreen]

Exquisite wording - a fantasy laid in words that delightfully enhance the norm,

'there is a kind of darling
lay dreaming in sand;
in whom the glass-maker
looks inside,
and through, on behind ...

maybe a selkie.
or the falcon.
or wild dog of india ...

always, though -
and magically -
there is the shape
of a heart.'

[Lara]

Hello my friend. 🫶
Thank you. I appreciate you! 🙏

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work, Lara. You paint this scene well.

[Perdition]

Absolutely gorgeous!! I read it left and you wrote it slithering down as if I would follow, as if even you or anyone could follow, fair enough to demand the want to read this phenomenon again and again...that true madness of the in-between where poetry rises and laps against the throat, clogging well the obvious airways. Simply put, this is the cup of poetry I love!!