The Language of Seagulls

His cry’s a stentorian
swoop in the azure,
draws curlicues in
and out of the clouds.
Apart from the flock,
with its dodging and fighting,
he lifts up his beak
and whispers of wind.
He lowers his feet,
curves his wings,
scrawls a wake,
a poem in water
with fricative feathers,
a lone gull’s sonnet to the sea.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

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My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night

This Thursday I’m hosting Open Link Night. Come on over and share a poem with us.

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44 thoughts on “The Language of Seagulls

  1. Gosh this is absolutely gorgeous Kim!💖 Esoecially love “He lowers his feet, curves his wings,scrawls a wake,a poem in water with fricative feathers, a lone gull’s sonnet to the sea.”💖

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  2. He lowers his feet,
    curves his wings,
    scrawls a wake,

    …. oh to have the ease and freedom to soar, dip, swoop and scrawl …… that is such a fantastic word to have chosen Kim ….. it really is brilliant! Loved riding the currents with this fine fellow!

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