Back on Lindisfarne after 2 years and enjoying
a view of sandbanks at low tide from the lounge
window! Image originally from Bird of Passage 2012
blog - to whom many thanks for an illustration that
admirably suits this poem.
.Seals Off Lindisfarne.
The solemn song of several colonies of seals
floats over low water,
borne to the island
on bracing mainland winds.
This symphony of creation;
we, a twenty-first century audience,
with our wide-ranging knowledge,
its meaning, still cannot comprehend.
The ancients would have vested
in the patterns of the song.
A well-populated sonorous sandbank
at full summer moon, an omen.
An unexpected absence of singing,
a tale to build through winters, long.
Then monks with sea-going ways
would rejoice as these, God’s creatures
rendered their unique praise.
And here we stand,
mesmerised by the tide’s plash,
and the shimmering alto choir,
wondering, ‘Will these song-blessed sandbanks
survive even one more generation
as the seas rise ever higher?'
Other Care of The Planet poems on this blog can be found HERE