Tuesday, 12 February 2013

seagull weather

is a good day
for the seagulls.
Hat, coat, gloves, scarf;
rough fingers snag on wool.
Cold, smooth buttons.

The sky is fractured:
twelve panes of fragile, milky glass.
Etched fingertips that fade,
developing slowly, as I breathe.

Today is a good day for the seagulls.
by frames and panes of glass,
they fall,
and soar: now hovering motionless;
now spiralling

The wind: a whisper,
then a roar, tugs at my skirt and coat,
whirling me along the cobbled streets
and leaving me breathless.
Sunlight splinters on the waves;
the sky dances.
is a good day.

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