Childhood among stars

A door opens to let in the moon / A crescent on its side / Eye to the telescope

The Selkie’s Child

She loved the sea-light, the colour tipping under each curling wave, and the metallic other-world of the shoreline at midsummer…

Cool and clear / Their voices curve / Through the night air

We have spinned focus / Colours blur to a single fixed mark / And you become my own optical illusion

We walk in / Over water-creases / Across snow-fields

The white houses that hug the hillside by day / Are set adrift in an inverted world by night / Floating, tilted on the lip of the sea

My wings emerge / While scars bear their teeth in my chest / And begin to consume me, alive.

Their optical illusion / Acquires depth / And governs minds

I miss your joy / At tasting the first fruit of each season