Thursday, 23 October 2008

Waiting for the ferry, we watched the rain pocked water. A sudden otter's head. The slide of its back. The flick of a tail. Again the head. The sound of the ferry approaching.

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Juliet Wilson
Crafty Green Poet

8 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

I love the idea of a small stone - like a haiku it conjures up a single image - I really like that.

Alison Wiley said...

I feel like I was right there with Juliet watching the otter. Great example on Juliet's part of 'paying proper attention'. Mmmmm . . . delicious to the spirit.

egretsnest said...

It's lovely, Juliet!

christine said...

The combination of visuals and sound is a real delight. Otters are among my favorite animals. Who couldn't love them?

GORDON MASON said...

Wow! The otter comes right off the page/screen! But did it escape the ferry?!

holly said...

that is a beautiful piece

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks for all your comments and yes, Gordon, the otter escaped the ferry and continued to play.

Fiona Robyn said...

Thank you all for visiting Juliet's piece and leaving comments - I hope you might return, maybe even with your own small stones...