Pim Claridge

Life in the Scottish Borders, one stanza at a time

The Selkie's Song

come listen to the song of seals
beyond the sulcus seas,
where rocks, seaweed, and ochre sands
are stitched with ancient pines.
and along the sickle curve of bay, his footprints
lead toward the puckered edge of lace
to vanish in the sweep of moon-suck tides,
leaving only bleached sea-wood, and shells.
slopes of ling and tawny grasses
bind scree and granite slab, where
in winter he now sleeps, by lochs of silver
black, or blue, ice sharp and tied deep with snow,
below peaks pasted on a silken sky where
eagle, kite and buzzard hang
above falls and rapids,
and shifting sheep.