Poem; "The Stalker Silkie," part three (final)...

The Stalker Silkie, continued

The Silkie went home,
plunging into the sea,
not in a good mood.

Once upon a time
you flung a bag of gold
on the maiden's knee

and took her to bed
without conversation,
without so much fuss.

It was convenient,
and she didn't talk back.
Once upon a time.

Perhaps the problem
was that he hadn't had
any bag of gold.

Hard times for Silkies;
bags of gold hard to find
for flinging on knees.

It was a dog's life
on the bed of the sea
and it wasn't fair.

He'd go to the King,
the Silkie decided,
a...