Relic of the Selkies earrings it held the rough memory

it held the rough memory of crashing waves and the soft erosion of time

knowing glances

but not enough to shield them

the chain is added without much thought

Each one is lovingly crocheted

Relic of the Selkies earrings it held the rough memoryShe found it half buried in salt wet sand, just where the sea had drawn back in a breathless hush. It wasnt polished or pristine no, it held the rough memory of crashing waves and the soft erosion of time. A tiny fragment of the seas endless murmuring. Later, in the hush of her workshop, she encased it in copper like a secret kept close. The shell had once been part of something living maybe still was. Maybe the sea hadnt finished whispering through