Sheep Hill, Fair Isle by Raman Mundair - Scottish Poetry Library

I begin sheepishly,
feel with fingers
attempt to roo

your softness taut
in struggle. I soothe
with lullaby

you settle. In no time
at all the shear’s song
reveals your baby skin

you free yourself
of me. Hoof it away. My fingers
lanolin soft with your memory.

published in The New Shetlander, Hairst issue, 2003

Reproduced by permission of the author.