Folktober Challenge Day 4

Today the images were of witches and merrows. You can read all the contributing poems on Paul Brookes’ site here.

This is my poem.

Merfolk

Sea calls in wave-dance
and swaying gardens of kelp
where anemones flower.

We wear foam in our hair,
and our hands entwine hard
and fast as anchor ropes.

Bodies like bullets fit our space
we cleave to our own.

Our hands weave stories in deep water,
words spoken in fish-whispers,
legs fused to forge paths
faster than your thoughts.

Those born of the sea
will die seafolk,
and nothing,
not even your darkest desires
can change a single
silver-glittering scale.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Folktober Challenge Day 4”

  1. My favorite lines: “Our hands weave stories in deep water,” and the final line.
    Beautiful.

    I thought most of today’s poems were very lyrical. Some lovely responses.

    1. Thank you! I like to think that simpler people saw beauty where we see grotesquery or a potential film scenario 🙂

      I haven’t had time to read them yet. It’s been one of those mornings.

      1. They are!
        It’s 1.30 and I’m going to try and have some lunch. Then, if the coast is clear, take the dogs out. It’s always a bit fraught when I’m on my own and the guns pop off all the time when the weathers glorious. Why don’t they just invest in a camera instead????

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