This is the house right at the water’s edge, Hafleikr likes it here. She doesn’t fear its cold grey kiss so much as she would the loss of it.

She can sing a charm to call the gulls, when she sings part of her becomes the wind and a little more the mist.

Her eyes change with the seasons and tides. Spring is pearl, henna and coral, summer is sand, amber and aqua marine autumn is honey topaz and jet, winter is cloud, ice and jasper, but at night they are always the same, at night they are always full of stars.

Though she wears a delicate shell and takes her food from the land, she is strong and lithe. One touch of those slender fingers and the soil bursts forth with flowers and fruits. I have seen them grow just to reach out and caress a lock of her long wild hair.

She didn’t think I knew about her dreams, she hid them well beneath her eyes. But I know they are there because when she sleeps she talks of them and her spirit walks out and is hungry for the damp stones and the grey sea full of stars. I have seen her calling to the moon and I have seen the moon listen.

Once she whispered all night and made a fog that saved the beast. The sea is hers too, it cares for the great seahorses and covers the coils of the beast and like a lover it will wrap its self around her.

When men come and try to kill her beast she whispers up a fog that fills the whole bay, and keeps on whispering and whispering until the boat and the men disappear.

Look there are her footprints, I have told you I have seen all this. Go and look, you too may see wonders you never imagined or dreamed of. Fall into those eyes too you will see all.
You will sup at her table and the food will be like nothing you ever tasted. So clean and full like food from the beginning of time. Go, she will whisper you a fog, charm the birds and call the sun awake in the middle of the night. You will know great pleasure with her and you will see the world as if anew.

But remember this when you hear the voices of seahorses out in the darkness, you’ll wake only to a cold shadow drifting across the room.

Sitting for hours eaten up with worry, counting the ticks of the clock and the waves lashing the frail door, you will not by then be able to live without her. You will dream only of her eyes, all other food will be tainted. You will be sick for the want of her and no amount of her company will reduce your longing. Your hunger for her will increase with each caress and you will feel the total dread of the lack of her presence. Your pain will become unbearable, you will never have felt its like and it will only get worse.

But have a care, though you will feel such longing and terror at the mere thought of her absence, never follow her into her dreams. For her sea beast is wild and jealous. Perhaps he too feels something of a similar pain and longing.

I could tell you of the paths darkness that night, my last with her, though I didn’t know it then. I could tell of the moon that caught me out, straight after she had called it. I had heard the voices of seahorses before I was luckier then, but not that night. No that night I was caught in its brightness.

I could tell of the look of love in her eyes, like the one I had always hoped to see there among the stars, the words falling from her mouth like pebbles and the beast taking them and caressed them as if they were her lips.
I could tell you how he turned and I could see his pain and that it matched my own and that he knew then that I was the one who shared her.

I could tell you when he smiled that’s when I feared him most, the pain was still inside that smile and it was terrifying. Or that, that’s how he knew the worst thing that could happen, the worst punishment.

I could tell you how it hurt her too, how he made her look away, each tear made the ground tremble.

I could tell you, but you’re not listening are you?

I know the signs.

Off you go then, learn the hard way. I see your point, after all who would listen now?

Now I’m just a pebble on the beach?


Blogger Queen Neetee said...

What a fascinating piece. So other worldly and full of deep secrets that can only be told here. Wonderfully expressed.

Love your art! You've encouraged me to share mine someday.

Thank you for linking me to your blog site!

5:22 AM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

What a lovely piece! Seasons always fascinate me..and you have woven them into your words with such an esoteric knowledge that I am filled with a sense of wonder!

10:54 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Absolutely beautiful. I have got to read it again. Love the way you take us through it.

3:27 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Q Neetee, I look forward to seeing it
and thank-you

Thanks Pins I'm off to look up 'esoteric'

A I'm really touched

6:56 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Some lovely writing, Sue. And I think you've spruced your blog up a bit since I last visited. It's great.

Judy is now very old. She fell in the pond again the other day. We may well have to make that terrible decision soon.

meanwhile any plans on putting your poems and writings into a book?

12:10 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Thanks for the poem on my blog. Do you plan to post it here?

12:21 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

I don't know where to start.
This is so good.
Like Alan Moore or Neil Gaiman at their best.
Incredible Sue, incredible.
I pull your leg about your bad spelling when mine is equally as bad BUT YOU CAN write.
Follow Rogers advice and get published.

9:48 AM  
Blogger Amie said...

fantastic work! have i already told you that you're one talented person and that i envy your gift? :)

10:00 AM  
Blogger Brood Mode said...

lovely work here. i read it twice and can go on. each time i see new things

"She can sing a charm to call the gulls, when she sings part of her becomes the wind and a little more the mist. "

loved that line

11:53 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thanks Roger, it's really horrid that our pets can't live as long as us, mine are all middle aged at the moment, well apart from Dobby (also called the scarlet assasin) toe chewer. Funny I was only thinking yesterday that it was ages since our dog chewed anything. But that, that means he's getting old.

I'm saving up to do a children's poem book but Christmas is coming so I don't know how succesful I will be.

Thanks A one of the old ladies at my writers group said is it about a mermaid I think I got that bit. Bless, so it's nice that people are enjoying it. Yes I will post my 55 word poem in a couple of days

CJ so can you and what kind comments you are a sweety

Amie I love all your pictures and your zaney sence of humor, you have many gifts

Brood mode I wanted to link you so I didn't forget to catch up is that ok?

12:40 PM  
Blogger Brood Mode said...


i guess this is what u were looking for. u can find it by clicking the post in the recent posts section in my blog


1:03 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you Brood mode

5:24 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Lovely, too. I was especially struck by the last line.

4:37 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thanks Patry lovely to hear from you

1:02 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

After reading this I feel like getting under the sheets and thinking about what you've written. Don't get the wrong idea here. I get under the covers merely to concentrate

6:11 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Me too Fin, me too

8:09 PM  

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