The seagull
A seagull cries above
I look up to see it soaring
its stark outline against the blue sky
seems out of place above terraced streets
singing songs of the sea
it takes me home,
to where...
I'm on the strand line
eyes half closed against the glare
cast by the sun's rays on the incoming surf
echoes of the shifting shore reverberate through me
I am the waves, I am the se...
Friday 7th February 2014 7:19 pm
The Kiss
~~You left and the memory lingered
I swooned behind the front door
Unable to stand so I sat
Remembering the kiss from before
In the fruit aisle at Tesco I stumbled
Unable to recall what I went for
Whilst admiring red berries and fruits
Remembering the kiss from before
I wondered if shoppers would notice
My feet were not touching the floor
But hovered two inches above
Remembering the...
Saturday 1st February 2014 6:26 pm
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