Selkie

I heard hues of oceans  
before saw them,  
tustled into a maiden name,  
almost called River,  
when I was birthed
swam a basin
before the Beltane
- sterile science,  
bubbled Ponyo  
nineteen years jarred,
made to pickle,
storms came with age  
Seals, Compass,  
miles, Moons,  
nought a book'd teach you,
soaking in,
all barren red,  
fodder for sharks,  
seeking toes
and notepads full of glass,  
blue, brown and green,
skin softening,  
water becoming
with age
full of hope.