but never found Howland Island.
The other was an odd duck
looking for mermaids after every rainstorm.
One was Catholic,
the other Lutheran.
Both believed in female clergy
wearing Roman collars, and red hair long.
One lived at home,
the other in a flat where the gulls glide.
When they kissed the first time,
whole flocks moved in circles, like stars.
One liked Anna Ternheim,
the other, Eva Dahlgren.
When they made love the first time,
it was like piloting through easy clouds.
That May it rained every day for a week.
Water landings are dicey things;
Selkies find their buried skins and go back home,
forgetting they were ever human at all.
One moved away,
but the other stayed and wrote swells of storm-blue poems
about transformed women
wearing Roman collars, and their red hair long.
for Magpie Tales #238, and for Bjorn Rudberg's mini-challenge at Real Toads.
I've featured the this song once before on my blog, but it is so hard to find, and so cool, that I'm featuring it again. Plus, it fits the poem perfectly. Anna Ternheim is a Swedish singer who performs in English.