Loch Na Droma Buidhe

56°39.498‘ N, 5°55.745‘ W, 21.05.2019

Powering quietly
Up the Sound of Mull
Force four to five
Past the red peak
Of Sgurr Dearg
And round-shouldered Beinn Bheàrnach
Alcuin
Tacks and weaves
To Calve Island
And Tobermory
With its harlequin houses
And aluminium fish and chip van.
We don’t stay for long though,
Just time enough
For diesel, water,
Furtive rechargings
Hot showers seven minutes long
At two pounds a pop
Plus twenty p at the turnstile,
Before leaving
To recross the Sound
To the silent waters of
Droma Buidhe by Oronsay
Yellow-finned, humpbacked whale
Of an island
Run to greens and greys
And purple sunsets.
We ghost in
Finding fish-farm debris
On the way
And snuggle into our anchorage
Where we are visited
Three times
By an inquisitive selkie
Who though intrigued
Finds us somehow wanting
And snorts
And dives back
To the finfolk
Below the waves.