22 March 2025

BCK 33

 

A solitary whaup rises, disturbed as she pecked

at blibbans of green gaw, exposed after the

ebbing of the tide. A trio of eider paddle by.


She sat as a bright star among ten. Dressed

in the colours of the local XI. Black

as tar at the waterline.


Her green clinkered hull sandwiched between

white strips, shimmering in the ripples.

White wheelhouse standing proud, in the watery glass.


A look back from the clifftop, and through the glasses

her name is revealed. Pisces.

And the eiders paddled away, in search of their own.

 

 


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