Melusina in the long silvery grey dress

down to her bare toes on the old tiled floor

stands at the kitchen sink inhaling her exasperation

silver streaked black hair hair trailing down her back


feels like a mess

longs for the sea’s caress

hands in soapy water

feeling like she’s failing

looking out the window

overlooking the water

worried for her daughter

smelling of brine and desperation

she thinks to herself


I want to be free

to return to the sea

to return to me

I will not let myself be caught

in a fisherman’s net


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2 Responses to MELUSINA

  1. Meg McNulty says:

    This is wonderful. Selkie women are always so steeped in magic and mystery – but this brings it home, the blend of real mother, real life with longed for fulfilment. It would strike a chord with any mother!

  2. Melpomene says:

    Thank you Meg, for ‘getting’ it. ;)

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