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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.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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