Otter Games Are Available

Walking back along the ledges
from a fruitless fishing expedition
fruitless but for the pleasure
of sunshine on tons of lazy swelling
clear Atlantic water
shifting glassy at my feet
 – I encountered an otter.

Seeing me first it fled
across my path and
slipped into the sea
I searched the swells for it
and when our eyes met  – it dived again.
We played this game several times
until I turned the tables
 – dropping to my knees I crawled
crouched low over the serpent stone
snake fashion for ten yards until
carefully lifting my head
I saw the otter now searching for me!

We could have played all day
but the knobbly fossils of solitary corral
were hard on my knees
and so we parted with
a final interspecies gamers salute!

© Andrew Wilson, 2024

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Lisa or Li in Poetics, invites us to write a poem about an intimate moment. This encounter with the “other”, a sea-otter, on the West coast of Ireland where I lived for ten years, took place on ledges of “serpent stone” fossil solitary corals, solitary corals that with horizontally across the plane of the rocks…

8 thoughts on “Otter Games Are Available

  • May 21, 2025 at 1:59 am
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    Andrew, what a precious encounter. Contact with “other” makes magic reality. You know what you feel. You know they know it.

    Serpent stone sounds very interesting. I did not know coral grew in cold places.

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    • May 21, 2025 at 6:18 am
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      It was, and still is, precious Li. As for the fossils, they are 350 million years old, when the continents were in different places with different climates – Ireland was in the mouth of a delta of a river much like the Amazon today… Great Prompt Li!

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  • May 21, 2025 at 2:31 am
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    I love your interchange with the otter, Andrew! What a great connection for this moment in time!

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    • May 21, 2025 at 6:19 am
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      Not even on any bucket list Dwight but a moment that will never be forgotten…

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  • May 21, 2025 at 6:54 am
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    A wonderful intimate moment with an otter, Andrew. We’ve encountered a few on the Norfolk Broads. I love the way you set the scene in the opening stanza with the ‘lazy swelling clear Atlantic water shifting glassy at my feet’, and captured the otter’s playfulness. It reminded me of the books Ring of Bright Water and Tarka the Otter, which enchanted me as a child.

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    • May 21, 2025 at 7:22 am
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      “I saw the otter now searching for me!

      We could have played all day”

      This is just splendid, Frewin

      Muvh♡love

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      • May 21, 2025 at 11:34 am
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        Thanks Gillena, I am not a big animal person, beyond a few cats that were foistred on us, there have been few pets, but this encounter with a wild animal was special…

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    • May 21, 2025 at 11:38 am
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      Ah yes, we read those too, Kim. I was always mesmerised at the rise and fall of literally tons of water sliding past my feet…

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