Gyre Gulls

Seagulls gyre – wocker-challing and crocker-calling,

skiffer-wheeling, wind-kiting and hoarse-calling

keer-wails into a bluster-buffet, ear-sharked, eye-grit gale,

blowing smithereens out of the sea wall,

the surf and the pebbles that make up the beach,

grind-clockering and ratter-schacketling back and forth,

to and fro in weather’s storm-force mayhem.

In the air gulls cry caw once more,

twitching wings to soar, scud and chaos-wheel

in their noise-gyre – set against dim clouds

as sun sinks and steam rises from my mug,

creating window fog, warm and safe in my café by the sea.

◄ Distraction

Nature's Bounty ►

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Rich

Tue 5th Feb 2019 18:12

Thanks Ray - that's very kind!

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raypool

Tue 29th Jan 2019 15:59

Almost Edward Lear, Rich! These imagined onamatopeaic words really conjure up the atmosphere of blustering sea fronts.
Good stuff POTW for me (though you've had that already).

Ray

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