‘Whale’ by Gordon Gibson

Whale Winter: windless, and a morning frost Yielded, softening in the southern sun. Kaikoura was still and bright, and the air carried The sweet scent of the glass-green ocean. We sailed in a small craft, stopping Where, we were told, the shelving shore Pitched precipice-like to dark depths, And we waited. No waves stirred the surface. Behind us the barren hills rose, pink And grey … Continue reading ‘Whale’ by Gordon Gibson