Day 560 of the daily poems; a car crash for Scotland last evening (5-1 to Germany) – so sadly we do not have a Scots poem for you. It falls to our poet Colin Hopkirk to be walking insouciantly along a summer beach only to find he is chasing a chimera … (Donna Nook: a salt marsh on the low-lying coast of Lincolnshire – lots of proper seals there).
Donna Nook
walking along a summer beach,
breeze in your hair –
that bull seal
moving at improbable speed
turns out to be a windy bin bag
Colin Hopkirk