Sheep Hill, Fair Isle Poem by Raman Mundair
Sheep Hill, Fair Isle
I begin sheepishly,
feel with fingers
attempt to roo
your softness taut
in struggle. I soothe
with lullaby
you settle. In no time
at all the shear's song
reveals your baby skin
you free yourself
of me. Hoof it away. My fingers
lanolin soft with your memory.
[Published in The New Shetlander, Hairst issue, 2003]
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