Friday, April 17, 2009

NaPoWriMo 14

That winter she birthed a seal.
The pup slid, blind,

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7 comments:

ambersun said...

Wow - a poem with a twist. The poor seal.

Amber

swiss said...

i'll need to be showing this to t as she loves a selkie story. as do i so i like the way this holds to that.

don't get the rookery line tho, seems superfluous - you seem about to go somewhere then don't? and maybe i'm being picky but after yesterday's cherry blossom line i was looking for more in the last line.

he said, demandingly! lol

Roxana said...

it touches me deeply... - the imagery is so romantic, the fantastic mixture of human element and nature forces, even the touch of cruelty. is it based on a fairy tale or a legend?

Sorlil said...

lol, thanks ambersun :)

hi swiss, yes the ending is rather flat! it was part based on a strange George MacKay Brown story which you can read here -

http://www.georgemackaybrown.co.uk/Extracts%20from/Island%20of%20Women.htm

hi roxana, yes it's based on the legend of the selkie, check out the George Mackay Brown link above.

Jim Murdoch said...

Unusual. I'm afraid I got caught up with the practical details specifically once she had given birth did her husband not want to know where the kid was? That aside it's quite compelling.

Sorlil said...

hi jim, did you read the GMB story, that really is fascinating.

Jim Murdoch said...

I have now. In your poem drink isn't to blame of course. In fact you state plainly that she had carried the seal within her for a year.