Vicky and I have been on another adventure. Last year we flew with the crows. This time we have been swimming in waters off the coast of Scotland with selkies. So pour yourself a coffee or a shot of whisky and join us on this adventure (the full adventure will be on Vicky’s page).

[There are very long gaps in this pell, so it sounds pretty odd; but it might be useful to chop up and mess around with!]

SELKIE’S DAUGHTER

I am a Selkie’s daughter
A creature of the sea
When I’m in my silky, selkie skin
I live so wild and free

I twist and turn and dive down deep
To where the bones of sailors sleep
And find my hoard of human things:
Coats and boots and dead men’s rings

For when December falls
And I surface through the foam
The land it pulls me back again
And I feel the urge to roam

The stars so hard and bright
Bite holes in the sky at night
I’m torn to know where I belong
To leave the sea seems mad and wrong

Yet I shed my silky, selkie skin
Walk soft along the frozen lanes
To peer in cottage windows
At scenes through frosted panes

The beauty of the season
The flicker of fire and light
Change my selkie nature
And the lure of Man draws tight

Then I remember my skin and my mother’s tales
Soft, salty mists and the crack of sails
Swaying with the swell, the song of whales
And I miss my watery home …..

For I am a selkie’s daughter
A creature of the sea
When I’m in my silky, selkie skin
I live so wild and free
I live so joyful and free
I live so wild and freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!