What was the good of dreaming of adventure if you turned your back on the first one that came your way?
I think happy, companionate marriages between men and women who respect each other (as far as is consistent with being actual human beings) should be every bit as poetry-worthy as angst, bitterness, and shame.
I've always loved stories of animals and birds that can appear to be human, just by taking off their skins or their feathers.
Poetry, for me, conveys the essence of narrative rather than its particulars.
Not all animal brides are doomed. Not all men are greedy or violent or possessive.
Aren't we most aware of our animal natures when love or hunger or hatred burns through reason and encourages us to do exactly what we desire to do, with frequently tragic results?
The fact that I seem to prefer seals over any other animal brides is something I hadn't actually realized until this moment. Perhaps it's because there's a lot of very cool folklore about it.
I can't rhyme for little green apples. What I can do is scan and make patterns.
I love the idea of species fluidity, I guess, the sense of the maiden inherent in the swan or seal, the youth inherent in the bear or deer. After all, human beings are animals.
Many fairy tales and ballads present us with animals who are nobler, truer, and kinder than the greedy human beings who desire to possess them. I guess I tend to read these stories as very early (and possibly unconscious) feminist texts.
