By Mike Smith
Bone sinew and hide articulated on the beach at Traigh* where this otter from the lie of it crawled from the sea to die sink now into soft sand such as we with our small talk of futures and of pasts walk. (ripples waves tides sift the present pools fill and dry winds drift the beach earth and sky move storms pass) Return one day the bones will lie disarticulated now telling a different tale of lives lived upon sand. But however they fall those of us who walked and talked here will understand * Traigh'(pronounced to rhyme with 'try') is on the West Coast of the Scottish Highlands. It's a place, but also the Scottish Gaelic word for 'shore', though it might be translated to 'beach' too. Traigh Beaches lie on the old coast road from Arisaig to Morar, and face towards the island of Eigg.
Mike Smith lives on the edge of England where he writes occasional plays, poetry, and essays, usually on the short story form in which he writes as Brindley Hallam Dennis. His writing has been published and performed. He blogs at www.Bhdandme.wordpress.com.
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