Words that are a contemporary take on a legend far older.

For those experienced in the alter ego of the North Sea, its benign tranquility – I hope this makes some purchase.

THE CORMORANTS OF UTRØST

Let us be sated by the fullness of time
And drown our thirst in seawater,
For there is food enough in the mudstone,
And groynes green from lakes of rain
Could swell our paunches fit to burst
With the silt of ages past,
To fie your fickle hunger pangs,
In the lost cliffs of the Doggerland.

© 2015 J A Elcock

Reproduced by permission from Come, Thule, published 2015 by The Artel Press