by Majella Kelly
She spent her adolescence mesmerising herrings
in Glengarriff and wooing summer tourists
on the Blue Pool Ferry to Garinish Island
by posing cutely on a barnacle-clad skerry.
Then, one day, the ferryman bought her an iPhone,
a selfie stick and a bluetooth remote—all
of them fully waterproof and flipper compatible.
The selfies went viral and the local economy thrived.
But soon the ocean wasn't enough. Addicted
to celebrity, she swapped eel grass and bladder-
wrack for a used PVC onesie, nipple tassels
and some dance lessons, and moved to a bijou flat
in the city, overlooking the river. Every ninth night,
she unzips herself from her sealskin, puts on
lipstick, clips on ears, tucks webbed hands
into leather gloves and webbed feet into killer heels.