Poetry

Thursday, 24 December 2015

Puffins

Puffins on Sanday
The gulls are gliding
The cormorants plunge
The sea is sliding
And squeezing the sponge
The rocks are like cakes
Absorb and crumble
Soak and bake
In the shores rumble
The cliffs of morn
Are wild and free
With the whiffs of a storm
And the breath of the sea

And the puffins dangle
Ship-worn and mangle
Where the white veins bleed
Unearned sworn in profile
Against the gathering cloud’s mobile

They swarm like bees
Agile turgid, tight of body
Like the fish they eat
Rainbow biters
Crunching the colours of the silver scales

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