A puffin poem

Thanks to John for this one…

St Kildan Congregation” by Derick Thomson

The fulmars are on Stac an Armainn,
living in comradeship,
their eggs keep their hold on the rock,
dancers on tip-toe,
and eternity wells up
at the foot of the rock cliffs.

The solan on Soay
fondles the gannet’s throat
the eye stares straight into space,
its beak teaches the Parables,
each one on its own nest.

And the puffins are at the edge of the rock-ledge
in their white surplices,
with their coloured beaks;
I’ve heard, but don’t know whether to believe it,
they’re Episcopalians. Well, take it or leave it.

Puffin on Staffa

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