There is a quickening that comes
More often now
Than ever before.

When the moment arrives
I must move swiftly
For there is no stopping
The wild force which overtakes me.

Un-tame as I am
It cannot be undone
My gaze grows wide
Though my eyes narrow
Like some watchful she creature.

Unseen by Man
Beneath the greenery and underbrush
My Mother welcomes me home
My true form restored.

Like a Selkie spell
It cannot be undone
This wildness lives within me
And I have become it.