sea song

A rush of sea-lace and pebble
sings to me as I wring the wash
and set it on warm stones to dry.
They sing songs of the Selkie,
songs of my people,
and of an aria half remembered.

I rock little Emma to sleep at night
with lullabies once sung to me.
And the song of the waves threads thick
like sea kelp to tangle our memories.