#FolkloreThursday and today as previously mentioned is the theme of the sea. So here I am sharing my #WIP or Work in Progress.
The Selkie Male
The Orkneyjar Selkie Male
Selkie~Seal Folk are all said to be strickingly handsome or stunningly beautiful. The males are said to come ashore to seek out amorous encounters with women married or unmarried he cared not which. If a maid wished to call upon such a man she only had to shed 7 tears into the sea at high tide. Click the image above to find out more on the wonderful Orkneyjar website (Opens in a ne tab). Next is a teaser from my #WIP sharing with you the words of the old folksong.
The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry
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The list below is of characters in my WIP mainly old Scottic Gaelic
Standing vigil upon the rocky outcrop at the edge of the vast ocean is the nurse-maid. Hair now as white as the foam upon the crest of a wave, her routine has not changed in half a century. The fine mist tickles her aged face and the salty sea droplets lodge within the wrinkles of time upon her forehead.
In her hand, clutched tightly is a golden rope of kelp, secured to it is a small shell shimmering in rose gold, a gift given to their son. Daily she prays that the family will be re-united but in her heart she knows all are lost.
Weary bones now barely support the frail, stooped body, and as twilight approaches she feels the tiredness taking over and just wishes to lie down upon the sand and let the waves carry her out into the open waters.
In her youth Múirne was loved by many because her great kindness over spilled from every pore. Like her grandmother Brighde she had become a nurse-maid caring for the fishermen and their families, who lived at the furthest edge of the land.
Múirne had little time for a love of her own, always putting others first. Her father had been a fisherman, but like so many others he had lost his life at sea leaving a young widow and babe barely out of the crib. Alana the child’s mother was heartbroken and she became bitter blaming the girl, if not for the extra mouth to feed Coinneach would still be there. He would never before have gone out in an approaching storm, but they needed to eat so he braved the waves but never returned.
As the girl grew she spent more time with her grandmother in the small but homely cottage on the edge of the village. Granny Bree taught her the healing ways using herbs grown in her seaside garden, and kelp taken from the water’s edge. The pair would sit in companionable silence listening to the crackle of the fire and the ocean crashing upon the shingle shore.
As Brighde took more and more care of her granddaughter Alana felt herself becoming free of the burden of motherhood. Eventually she left the little coastal village with a fish merchant who delivered fresh fish to the hotels in the city down in the south of the country.
It was no great loss for the child for she loved her grandmother dearly and the old nurse was more a mother to her than her own ever could have been. Wise beyond her years the girl grew strong and intelligent with a love for all things. Her caring nature passed down from the great mariachi (matriarch). Life was good.
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