The coracle is our mother,
she has carried us for eight days,
her skin protecting from sea by day,
the lashing of the wind at night
till aided by the waves’ contractions
she gives birth, propelling us
onto the marbled shore of this island.
Thirteen new born sons,
we have learnt well from our mother,
copying her skeleton to build
a place of shelter where all are welcome.
We are a colony of heaven, pilgrims
journeying to a new land where
our mother, the coracle, cannot take us.
Copyright © Sally Long 2016
Sally Long is editor of Allegro Poetry Magazine and a Creative Writing PhD student at Exeter University.