Poem -
Abattoir Gulls
Lost to the Wind ..
Abattoir Gulls
Diving and banking
Like
Storm shooed clouds
Those
Abattoir gulls
Always
Angry and loud
Dancing and scything
High upon higher
Pinned to the sky
On invisible wire
How they do hang
There
Storm proof and crazy
Loitering low like
Clouds of confetti
Reckless and teasing
Storm flushed and florid
Diving and banking
Sublimely unhurried
Weaving
Yet threadbare
High upon higher
Pinned to the sky
On invisible wire
Take heed of their cry
Then still
Lost to the wind
Carried pon whispers
Deliciously sinned
Those abattoir gulls
Shameless and free
Dancing and scything
High upon higher
Forever
Pinned to our sky
On invisible wire
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Neville, you have a way with words, that is so very eye-opening to me. I especially like the uniqueness of your writing style. It`s as if you have managed to describe the movement of a flock of birds like fabric flying in the wind. I was deeply impressed by this one. Fantasic. Pinned.
Wowza .. and I never say that, but on this occasion, I am gonna say it again ........... Wowza sir Max .. I am deeply humbled and honoured ......... Cheers my friend, Neville :)
Beautiful rhyme and flow and I agree with Max, you have described a flock of birds in motion...I especially like the last 7 lines because there is something shameless about gulls...especially on a beach with chips around 😁😊😊
Thanks Marion & muchly ..
we got it cracked around here by the coast .. our local chippy only serves em wrapped in a suitcase & with a combination lock attached ... N :) x