A Wellie Wearing Seal
by Jane Murton-Armer
I lost my wellies in the firth,
When a swell, grey wild arose.
While I was gently dipping,
Gently dipping in my toes.
And so, they’re sailing out to sea,
Oh, wellies, please come back to me.
And it carried off my wellies,
Rudely snatched them off the beach.
And I hadn’t any others,
Well, not any within reach.
The tide was creeping closer,
Seeping, sweeping, inching nigh.
As it pushed me to the edge,
Where the seagull’s wheel and cry.
Those wellies are my favourite,
I bought them for a pound.
When I slipped them on my feet,
What a treasure I had found
From the hospice on the High Street,
How I love their yellow spots.
They are made just right for my feet,
You cannot beat their dots.
And now they’re sailing out to sea,
Oh, wellies, please come back to me.
Aloft a grey north hoolie squall,
The tide crude on icy rocks.
A seal with eyes like snowballs,
Stared at me in my wet socks.
It lifted high its flippers,
“Oh, my wellies,” I did squeal.
Not my imagination, but
A flippered wellied seal.
I waved to my new friend,
As waves came briskly, thickly.
“Mr. Seal,” and with much zeal,
“Please bring my wellies quickly.”
The seal bobbed on briny drift,
While I stood still, despairing.
When I thought all was lost,
A seal my wellies wearing.
To the cold, weed-laden ledge,
He swam with all his might.
He tossed those wellies on the rocks,
Then sank from out of sight.
Out to sea I stood and stared,
Gloomy water, dark and deep.
Staring, gawping through the gloom,
Hope had found my sodden feet.
And I shouted out to sea,
“Thank you kindly for my wellies!”
In the hopes that he’d hear me,
“For I know they’re rather smelly!”
And my wellies I took dripping,
Slipping, sliding off the rocks.
As I was gently flumping,
In my wet and soggy socks.
And now my wellies by the fire,
Which the sea had rudely stolen.
Gently warming, drying out,
To the seal I am beholden.
Spotty wellies, cosy wellies,
Cheerful, gleeful dotty wellies.
About the Poet
Jane Murton-Armer is a writer from Caithness, Scotland. She writes about nature, faith, hope, and family life. She has numerous poems published, including Hope is Anchored Fast commissioned by a local publisher, and is currently writing a novel. Jane is also just finishing a master’s degree in Scottish literature.
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