Stranger Fruit

Friday Poem (0111)

Continuing from Monday’s mustelid …

I’ll be an otter, and I’ll let you swim
A mate beside me; we will venture down
A deep, dark river, when the sky above
Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we,
Thick-coated; no dog’s tooth can bite at our veins,
With eyes and ears of poachers; deep-earthed ones
Turned hunters; let him slip past
The little vole; my teeth are on an edge
For the King-fish of the River!

  I hold him up
The glittering salmon that smells of the sea;
I hold him high and whistle!
  Now we go
Back to our earths; we will tear and eat
Sea-smelling salmon; you will tell the cubs
I am the Booty-bringer, I am the Lord
Of the River; the deep, dark, full and flowing River!
Padraic Colum


  1. #1 Luna_the_cat
    January 11, 2008

    Ah, lovely.

    For science and biology poems — have you ever read Sarah Lindsay’s collection Mount Clutter? If you haven’t, do.

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