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Grandma and the Selkie

My grandmother came from Ireland from far across the sea. She had romantic tales to tell to Sister and to me. She angered my darling mother by filling up our heads with stories of the little folk who lived beneath our beds. She whispered us a secret that our mama didn’t know. She said that it would be better if we would keep it so. When she crossed the sea from Ireland, she had a little lad. He was already two years old before she met Granddad. She told Grandfather her story, a selkie stole her heart. He came as a handsome mortal and fooled her from the start. He loved her and then he left her, was claimed back by the sea. The only thing she had of him was a wee lad to be. She knew right from the start, her son was borrowed fom the sea. In time his tie to land would end however long that be. She watched him growing tall, with dread, as handsome as his sire. He wandered near or wandered far, girls gathered to admire. Before our eyes our grandma changed and she became the girl who long ago had loved a man who set her heart awhirl. He had deep eyes of darkest brown, and unreal velvet skin. He charmed her as no Irish lad would know how to begin. “Where is he then, our dear uncle?” My sister and I cried. “I guess the folks who knew him well, would tell you that he died. They saw him walking by the sea, watching the tide come in. Though we searched for many a day he was not seen again.” Now when I see the silky seals on warm rocks in the sea I fancy one is a selkie, who looks a bit like me.
( I have read that male selkies are very handsome in their human form and have great seduction powers over mortal women. Poor grandma then was a young Irish lass, full of dreams and he was so handsome. In their true form they look very much like seals.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/29/2011 3:07:00 PM
Well done Joyce and congratulations. Tony
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Date: 10/28/2011 9:12:00 AM
wonderful tale, love it Joyce, congrats on your win in the contest
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Date: 10/27/2011 5:02:00 PM
Very excellent cousin Joyce, believe the story i do the source, very well done!
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Date: 10/27/2011 10:20:00 AM
Congrats Joyce on a top ten win luv..
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Date: 10/27/2011 9:16:00 AM
This is really a nice one Joyce. Congratulations on your win. Agape, Moses
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Date: 10/27/2011 9:11:00 AM
This is really a nice one Joyce. Congratulations on your win. Agape, Moses
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Date: 10/27/2011 5:20:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Debbie's "Creepy Irish Creatures" contest Joyce. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/26/2011 9:59:00 PM
Congratulation dear Joyce, This one was a favourite of mine...well done...Margaret
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Date: 10/26/2011 5:37:00 PM
Great storytelling Joyce...charming with a touch of fear...COngrads Light & love
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Date: 9/22/2011 3:41:00 PM
Loved this, Joyce. I get more than a strong hint of heartache/heartbreak in the weavings of the story. Often, we use tales such as this to bring comfort and make death or abandonmetn easier to bear for children, and in a way, ourselves. Thanks for your comments on my tinkerings... yes, :-) I DO think we think alike. The lore of the selkie is enticing, not creepy to me, magic in our midst, hidden in clear sight, peaceful people, playful animal... only the leaving is sad. on that note, cheers ;-)
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Date: 9/22/2011 2:49:00 PM
It has been a pleasure to read your excellent poetry today Joyce. I hope to get back soon to read more. May you always find inspiration to carry on with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/22/2011 9:07:00 AM
Man you rocked the meter JOYCE!! How cool..you know I love long maybe 1 more verse about how the baby looked or the handsome silkie father somewhere? REAL good joyce! light & love
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Date: 9/21/2011 9:55:00 PM
Wonderful and so true to the legends. I laughed at the Grandma telling the children stories and Mums disapproval. But how else would these wonderful legends be passed on. I had a father who sang folk songs to us and we loved the stories in them. very well done Joyce...cheers Margaret
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