He was a freshman when we met, So foolish and fresh. He never carried around salt or Iron and thought it a good idea to think allowed when he wrote poetry, the fool. That boy so foolish and fresh, even wrote and spoke it next to the pool.
So fragilely human yet so unafraid. I may have a few drops of human blood but I am still a seal maid. Iron burns and salt repels. It matters not that my great grandma was human. My grandma was born of the sea like her father. It is rare but it happens.
When he asked me why I was staring at him that day I could not lie and said, “Your poetry is so beautiful and the sweetest of sweets. Will you write a poem for me, John Keats?”
My ability to speak poetically probably made him think I was human, but no it is just one of the few gifts being born of the sea and a small amount of human blood does. Many don’t like me for that and I know that they do not see me as one of their own completely which is why I attend no court or revelry.
He wrote me a poem, I gave him a shell. He wrote me another and I gave him that old silver bell. We exchanged gift after gift and spent hour upon hour by the pool. Oh how I missed him over the summer, I waited and waited for my fool.
That is the thing about Selkie especially those who are females. We fall for humans and mix with them much more than the males.
We become human easily if we find true love which we find in many ways. It is rare to find a selkie with no drop of human blood these days.
When he came back for his second year her worn a necklace of iron but always took it off when I was near.
That year he struggled with his exam so I made a deal with the man. I would ensure he would pass, but the last lie he spoke to me was forever his last.
He did not go home that winter or that summer. Many students began to wonder.
You see I have never tried to Take him. I refused to let him be hurt because of my impulsive whim.
Maybe I am more human than I thought. Everyone said so but they forgot.
He said he would love me forever. I said the same and I knew then the bond I had to sever.
On the night of his graduation we stand in front of a flame. My pelt burns forever and I feel no shame.
We Selkie fall in love with humans more than others of our like. Now I cross the river just as human as my beloved Mike.