A selkies' home

A selkies' home

I surf on the today swell of the lunar waning

descending on minor harmonies

through churned water

splitting curds of light snagged streamers

Volume increases as the surge changes

it carries me out, on tumbled beam-glimmer

as I listen to shell-echo melody:

the muted symphony that swells

tossed motion to cacophony.

Here is dark, where fathoms are forged

pulling the moon with ragged breath

dims luminous energy.

The hammock swell, balanced

between rise and drop that

shifts and turns, the riotous wave

a watery dwelling.

©Peronel Barnes 2025