He ordered the finest whisky as he sat at the bar and buried his head The time had come It would be a long night Looming He considered in dread
His clothes were ill fitting They had seen better days He looked disheveled he knew, but couldn’t care His thoughts on his purpose As he nursed his drink Focused Avoiding the glare
Nine fifteen, his mark entered the noisy bar Full of swagger and arrogance He knew it was him There was no question Relaxed He ignored the dissonance
Finding a seam in the throng he worked his way through Sliding onto the bench next to his target Pressing a gun into the man’s side he fired Killing the devil incarnate
The land was calling He could hear it beckoning to his soul Come, come it cried Over and over Echoing through the shoal
He followed the sounds through the waters deep until the beach he found Where he shed his sealskin taking on human form and laid there on the ground
Breathless, resting on the sand Looking skyward to the sun Feeling the warmth of the glow A shadow crossed his eyes and he did see an outline of a beautiful female torso
As he struggled to get up the girl held out her hand “Come with me”, she said Mesmerized he complied “You and I belong together and we will surely wed”
He hid away his Selkie skin in a place so secret no one would ever look He lived happily in human form with his beautiful bride but curiosity is all it took
She found his sealskin one fateful day in its hiding place The legend came true He did leave her there, alone with her own good grace
The sea called him back to where he did belong leaving her broken-hearted The Selkie returned from whence he came to the ocean uncharted
National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo - April 24 - Day 24 Today's prompt - Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem that, like “Dictionary Illustrations,” is inspired by a reference book.
They said, “If the broom fits, ride it!” And she did, of course Controlling, fearless and fierce Aware of all secrets And what might be source
Gifted with calculating skills And knowing where souls and skeletons were concealed She used information acquired Holding feet to the fire Shameful stories were revealed
Stopping one day To take refreshment From an offered chalice It was poison she drank That took her life A death from obvious malice
Despised by her enemies Loved by her followers She was both target and idol An illustrious force of nature A hurricane in a sandstorm No one could ever unbridle
RIP you crazy witch and haunt us no more It’s enough we have to see A constant calling card Your hat on a pole When all we want is to be free
My wanderlust is responsible for the souvenirs I collect From here, there and everywhere My travels they do reflect At home in the clouds where I anchor my balloon This is where my head resides closer to the moon
Look into my windows and see this world of mine Come fly with me from the Mississippi to the Rhine I can take off to distant lands Lifting me higher and higher With no roots in the earth I am a constant frequent flyer
