Seven Years, Seven Tears

A day just like this one, Seven long years ago
Sun burnished the ocean, Set the green hills aglow
I wandered the cliffs, Lost in my thoughts
When I glanced to the cove, And so, I was caught

For there on the beach, Sitting alone in the sand
A portrait of lonely, The most beautiful man
A force drew me closer, Only to see he was a stranger
It seemed he’d been hurt, There was no sense of danger

As I drew nearer to him, He turned to look at me and smile
Beckoning, come sit with me, Rest here for a while
And as I drew nearer, To his place of repose by the sea
My heartbeat quickened, His knowing eyes captured me

Dark hair, braided with shells, was his only cover
Falling in waves over limbs finely wrought, like a lover
His eyes were dark as rowan bark, deep with mystery
His voice was like an angel’s, speaking in poetry

Was it the magic of the day, Or him, in truth, I can’t tell
But I seems I was destined to fall , Under his irresistible spell
I am called Liam, long have I watched, now called you to my side
You are my heart and soul’s desire, You are my chosen bride

Twenty four hours of heaven in his arms, Lulled by his siren song
A day that felt a span of seven, When I woke ’twas to find him gone
Leaving a note and a golden ring, The letter read in seven years
I’ll return to you again my Love, Wear my ring and do not fear

The triton brand on his left arm, Meant that he was one with the sea
My love belonged to the ocean, My beautiful Liam is of the Selkie
Just one day in seven years to be on land, A lover’s fate so cruel
To discover that my beloved could only live, Under Poseidon’s rule

Then the legend was told me, Of how he could be freed to remain
Were I to save one tear for each year he’d gone, collect them like the rain
And when in the cove again, Once he’d stepped from his seal skin
I should pour my tears upon the pelt, Making him a human man

Another beautiful day just like that one, Seems longer than seven years
And here I stand in the cove by the ocean, With my vial of tears
Liam swims to the shore, He sheds his guise in a wave of silver
Holding me in his arms, We pour the tears to free the man forever

~ kei

Liam as Selkie

A Faerytale…

Once upon a time there was a princess. This was a different kind of princess because on her days off, she was also a lumberjack. She could actually walk in Louboutins and start a fire with two sticks.
None of the girls liked her because she looked different and she was smart. She could run faster than most of the boys and she was an ace at lacrosse and fixing her own bicycle brakes.
Some of the boys liked her because she was easy to talk to but most of them didn’t want to admit that they liked a lumberjack princess. Their friends would bug them and say “Why would you like a skinny, dark-haired, smart princess when there are all these giggly, blonde, blue-eyed princess to fall all over you”?
The lumberjack princess knew that it was true. There were only one or two Princes or Knights who could handle her. They were few and far between; sweet and hot, courtly and dirty, master and slave. She knew she was too funny, too smart mouth, too dark for ordinary boys and she knew that she would always be lonely.
I mean, really?
Who WOULD want a green-eyed lumberjack princess when they could have an insipid blonde pet? What prince or knight would ever want to put out that much effort?
That would just be a stupid faerytale anyway…
Even the lumberjack princess decided that she liked blondes better… and it was just easier this way.

(c) KeiB 13 December 2011

Mermaid’s Tears

Under the waves, deep in the drift, my Love calls for me
Too long, too long you’re gone away, he sings a song so lonely
Braid his hair with seashells fine, paint his face with red clay
Eyes of deepest seaweed green, he can visit for but one day
Raging storms, boiling seas, Triton’s ire, took my Love from me
Every day, at the edge of the depths I beg the ocean’s mercy
I cried a thousand tears for him, mermaids gathered them as gems
They took them to their father’s home and plead our case to him
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”, and so ’tis true for we
Precious days, rare as perfect pearls, we treasure happily