Sunday, 30 August 2009

Otter

she recalls those playful days
when her silkiness would glide the riverbed,
curl, stretch, coil and tease,
confident of her sleekness
she would catch the river's flash,
float it on her back,
clasp it to belly,

web and claw,
gasping,
so sure of herself

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's lovely! I'm hoping one day to find the elusive otter along the Water of Leith. Will it be today?

The Weaver of Grass said...

Beautiful. I have never seen an otter in the wild but it captures their beauty and above all their movement, carol.

Coastcard said...

This is such a unique take, Mistlethrush. Quite beautiful.

We have just re-watched 'Ring of Bright Water' (ahhh) and reminded ourselves of Kathleen Raine's poem from which the book title is taken.

from the field book

from the field book
An inspiring gift for anyone who enjoys watching nature.