Seal Etheree

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





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



© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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