April 1, 2014

One poem by Juliet Wilson

Wild Otter Chase

On a remote Scottish island,
an excited TV presenter whispers your name to camera
implying only patience stands between us and you,

We, however, have only ever been teased
by your footprints; leftovers from your meals
found on rocky shores
and stories told in hotel breakfast rooms.

Told in quieter whispers when we return home
are stories of your kind in our city
leaving footprints by our less romantic waters.
Our paths cross yours on every weekend walk.

But you remain invisible.

Juliet Wilson is an adult education tutor and conservation volunteer based in Edinburgh, UK. She edits the poetry journal Bolts of Silk (http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com). She blogs at Crafty Green Poet: http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com. She is currently working on her first novel.

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