Monday, September 9, 2013


Gull, don’t go away,
stay here on your rock
at the end of the dam,
I won’t come near,
I know one step forward
would make you leave,
your time is a bright
taut string, seconds
tight and alert,
your gaze keeping clear
that verge before I merge.


Crafty Green Poet said...

gulls fascinate me for some reason, the stillness they can show (as in your poem) contrasts with their noisy activity at other times

Dave King said...

Short, perfectly formed, if it were a painting it would be a miniature masterpiece.