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Poem No. 140

POEM TITLE The Blackness Selkie


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Riding and racing the wild white horses

She swam up the Forth where a strong current courses

A bright waxing moon lit the walls of the fortress

The wind howled, like a witch’s screamed curses


Young Cal pulled his scarf tight round his neck

Bending his head, he stepped out on the deck

A small golden glow from the top of the tower

Told him the guvnor’d be busy for hours


He crept up the rampart, if caught, he’d be jailed

For leaving his post on the ship that never sailed

But tonight, there’d be laughter and music and a shot

Of the best whisky on offer at his local, The Lobster Pot


He slunk through the gatehouse, quiet for a man his size

To meet his pal Tam, away from prying eyes

‘Hey! Hey! How’s it goin’?’ they greeted each other

Unnoticed, she watched on from the edge of the water


The lads quickened their pace to be out of the storm

The Pot was a haven, all cosy and warm

The bright yellow building stood out from the clouds

And sounds drifted out of a happy, well-oiled crowd


The lads had their fill, a hot dinner and a tot

The epic fish ‘n’ chips served at The Lobster Pot

They sang a few songs, joined in wi’ the banter

At the stroke of midnight, young Cal lit his lantern


Stumbling and swaying he returned to his billet

Still with the taste of the best ever fish fillet

But the sound of a splash made him jump to attention

For what he saw next deserves a long mention


His heart skipped a beat, it was love at first sight

Oor Cal’s met a woman in the middle o’ the night

“Here hen, huv ma jaicket,’ he offered like a gent

A naked woman was unusual in Blackness he kent


Her name was Abhain, it’s Gaelic for river

Besotted, oor Cal wants the night to last forever

Abhain’s picked up her coat and much to Cal’s glee

She gie’d him a wee kiss before returning to the sea


I’ll see you next week and take you out for supper

She said ‘Aye awright’ with a flap of her flipper

Next day Cal couldn’t wait to tell his best mate

He’d met the woman of his dreams and she agreed to a date


The week went by slowly for our lovelorn young lad

When Abhain walked out the water he was ever so glad

He took her to The Pot for a romantic dinner

This time she had a dress, he was on to a winner


They gazed at each other with eyes like a pup

Tam’s been amazed - she’s real, no’ made up!

#Tam said, ‘You’ve done well, Abhain’s a pure belter!’

‘I know’ said oor Cal ‘and that’s what I telt her!’


Lobster’s her favourite, she said it’s pure braw

Tam said ‘Aye, right, but she’s eating it raw’

Her teeth crushed the shell like a kid eating crisps

She smiled at oor Cal with a lick of her lips


The locals dinae mind her strange eating habit

She makes young Cal happy, he’ll never be crabbit

The young couple settled in Blackness-on-sea

There’s no better place for loved up selkie

The years went by, and they lived happily

With their own shoal of bairns that swim in the sea

A lovely wee village it turned out to be

And here ends the tale of the Blackness Selkie

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