Seal Etheree

I have reworked a poem I wrote last August after a birthday trip to see the seals at Blakeney Point.

 

Sleek

swimmer

following

in the boat’s  wake

turns and dives below

the swell and wash of waves,

leading to the spit where a

colony of blubbery bulls,

salty sea dogs and expectant cows

bask on a cloudy August afternoon.

 

Frolicking in the wind-whipped foam and spray,

playful pups slip in and out of waves,

graceful and magical mermaids

until they wrestle clumsy

seasick bodies onto

shale and gritty sand

a colony

of grey rocks

beached on

land.

  

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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