The Otter; and a very big thank you.

To all who have contributed towards the crowd funding initiative in Scotland, to buy a copy of The Lost Words for every primary school in Scotland, whether that contribution was £1 or £3000 you have my heartfelt thanks.

The target has been met and is now extending and with a fair wind we may get a copy in to all the secondary schools too.

Now Jane Beaton has the enormous task of accepting delivery of the books and distributing them. BUT, the fundraiser doesn’t close until Thursday 3 pm. If you contribute you are entered into a draw to win Lark, watercolour by me. 

You can donate here.

And by way of a thank you here, in a few words, is an otter, by Kenneth C Stevens


The otter is ninety percent water

Ten percent God.

This is a mastery

We have not fathomed in a million years.

I saw one once, off the teeth of western Scotland,

Playing games with the Atlantic –

Three feet of gymnastics

Taking on an ocean.


About Jackie

I am an artist and writer. I live in a small house by the sea in Wales where I write, paint, walk and watch and dream of bears and whales. I love to read, have a wish for wings and prefer the company of animals to that of humans, though at times I can be quite friendly. I am learning how to work with wood engraving tools and hoping to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.
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4 Responses to The Otter; and a very big thank you.

  1. Bernie Bell says:

    Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
    Have you ever seen a Sea Otter? I haven’t, but Mike did, when he was in California. They make a floating bed of seaweed, so they can then lie on their backs, and take their ease – sometimes whilst munching on something. What a life.

  2. Stuart Hill says:

    Congratulations, Jackie! Below is a poem inspired by your brilliant pictures and offered in celebration. The ‘painting of poems’ bit is about my belief that poetry and painting (unlike prose) come from the same part of the brain.

    (The painting of poems)

    A sudden wonder of words
    and you swim into sight,
    otter of the verb.

    Legs, tail and snout
    perfectly gloved
    by the phrases that stream
    like rivers in spate.

    Then you climb from the flow
    and wait for the word
    that will send you again
    with a slick flick
    of the tail
    down to dark depths,
    then up to that place
    where sunlight and water
    refract into rainbows.

    . II

    Head as blunt as a punching fist,
    the water, a second skin,
    that gives snaking grace
    to this otter,
    as it makes a Mobius Strip
    of itself
    in the endless fractal
    of its hunt.

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