The false friend

Another silkie (well, one glimpsed a couple of weeks ago) and another villanelle. Silkies don’t usually fare well upon the land and this one is, I’m afraid, no exception.

The false friend

I took his skin and put it on,
I’d longtimes thought it would fit me.
So tempting, when I found him gone,

To dig up friendship. Whereupon
I found it buried ’neath a tree.
I took his skin and put it on,

Left him a man the land upon
And swam a silkie in the sea –
So tempting when I found him gone.

And, sure, I grant I did him wrong,
Though he erred first in trusting me.
I took his skin and put it on,

Gave him my half life, pale and wan,
And claimed his double life for me.
So tempting, when I found him gone.

Regrets, like friendships, are bygone
Forsook for wonders ’neath the sea.
I took his skin and put it on;
So tempting when I found him gone.

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15 Responses to The false friend

  1. merrildsmith says:

    I’m a bit obsessed with selkies, and this was a wonderful poem–but it may have been eclipsed by the poetic duel of pangolin paragons and the mandolin-playing armadillos! 🙂

  2. Sad indeed. I like how you manage to use run-on lines and still keep the rhythm.

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