Selkie

 

She chose him:

disentangled herself

from her angel element

of underworld seaweed

 

and ascended to join him

in his manly realm

of smelly diesel fumes

and fisher oilskins.

 

His anchor-tattooed biceps

pulled her aboard,

caught her, clasped her,

his scratchy beard like sand.

 

She entered his house

and lay down in his bed,

rose up in the morning

and did as a wife.