“Why do you watch the great, grey sea ?
And why do you turn your face from me ?”
“I found my love
On the stony shore,
Her hair was as soft
As the silk she wore.
Her eyes were as deep
As the coral caves,
Her song was as wild
As the moonlit waves.
Her hands were as cold
As the swirling water –
And she gave me a single
Silver daughter.”
“I lost my love
On the morning tide…
When I let her go
My Silkie Bride.
Then I watched her take
My child from me,
And I saw them skim
Untamed and free –
While I was left
On the stony shore
To hear them sing
No more. No more.”
“That’s why I watch the great, grey sea,
And wait,
In case they call to me.”
Clare Bevan
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