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
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.
writing in north norfolk 
I so love where this took you… seagulls are amazing and also so resilient and strong… love the fricative feathers… that is such a surprising turn of words.
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I was tuned in to Joni with this one!
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There’s a lot of energy in this poem, Kim, it swoops and squawks with the gulls.
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Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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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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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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This poem took flight.
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So did I!
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Beautiful Kim, I love your ‘poem in the water’ :o) xxx
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Thank you, Xenia! 😉
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:o) xxx
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Your choice of words are mighty superb!
The language in your vocabulary has taken a flight to the beauty of the stars.
Outstanding write. 🙂
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You made them seem so graceful. I always just think “darn seagulls”,
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The wind is a good seagull companion. (K)
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🙂
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Beautiful writing Kim–I especially like fricative feathers!
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Thank you, Audrey!
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Marvelous! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you, Dorna!
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This is beautiful, Kim! The last line is just….beautiful. I wonder if you wrote these words while in Venice….or back home? Just wondering-if the magic of Venice infused this?
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Thank you, Viv! The poem kind of germinated while I was taking the photos in Venice but I wrote it at home this week.
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Bravo!
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Great lines…. scrawling a wake…a poem in the surf is and interesting concept. A fleeting one for sure!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight!
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I can see how a seagull’s flight is a sonnet to the sea.
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Thanks Frank!
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kaykuala
The image (skimming the water) is just poetry – very much in support of your beautiful write, Kim!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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Oh I love the energy of this, Kim. The grace of the artist.
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Thank you, Amaya!
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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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I love seagulls and your poem, which soars and dives just like the seagull.
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Fricative feathers…I will listen more carefully my next trip to the sea. Love those gulls and all of the sea birds! Lovely poem!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you kindly!
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Oh, I do love this one! So evocative and energizing!
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Thank you, Nan!
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Beautiful imagery. It put me right there on the beach with the gull.
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Thanks Imelda!
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A LivingsTone
PoeM A FliGHT
oF LoVE A DanCE
MoRENeVeR
EnDinG
SonG
oF MoRE..
SeaGuLL
SoaRS OCeaN
WHoLE SHoReS
EXPanDinGForEVeRMoRENoWLoVEFReED
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Nice one, Fred!
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Thanks for
The inspiration
Kim and the
Mitchell SonG
You shared
And plus the
Bach Book
Is
Also on
My Bucket
List to:
Never
End
From:
NoW..;)
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