During my last visit to Papa Westray I also saw in the Kelp Store a papier mache sculpture of the Great Auk, the last one killed on Papay in the 19th c so that it's now extinct. One was killed on St Kildan sea stack in 1840. I've written a poem 'Stac an Armin' about the St Kildan killing published first some time ago, and I'm very pleased it was also chosen to be performed at Dove Tales latest online event 'Mourning our Planet?' (which took place during Glasgow's COP 26). The pamphlet will be published shortly.
Stac an Armin (July, 1840)
On its lower rocks, a strange creature,
a little taller than our knees,
awaited us, her nose like a grooved beak,
her arms, draped in black, by her sides.
She dived and flew underwater,
elegant and sleek.
Hauling herself out, she shuffled
skliff, sklaff.
A curiosity. We'd show her off
back home. It was easy.
Lassooed, we thrust her,
squawking into a stone cleit.
A witch-storm blew up,
sea and sky lost in one
howling blackness
as she cursed us from her cell.
One man picked up a stone
and squeezed inside. From outside,
we listened to the cries and thumps.
As the screaming rose, we stopped our ears.
He crawled out, bleeding and torn.
A second man entered with another stone
and crawled out bleeding and torn.
And a third man entered with another stone.
And a fourth man entered with another stone.
And so it went on until all seven,
apart from me, had entered the cell
and crawled back, bleeding and torn.
The witch grew quiet, her cries plaintive.
Entering her cell, I held her down
and felt her warm, feathery breast
flutter, as I raised the last stone.
Stephanie Green
Highly commended in the Poetry on the lake competition, 2012; First published by Orbis, 2013.
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