Shriek

dusk arising

 


shrill and cutting raucus echoes
off stone abutment shriek
over laid aside, redundant scape
where dancing, tied and tangled
blue ropelands, haunting, spill
upon yesterdays bright
and faded poly boxes
purpose since mislaid



where are you men of fishery
where are you herring saviours
where are you nations feeders
where are our entrails meal
where? shrieks the
mocking dauntless gull.

 

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 7th, 2019 06:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Alan .S. Jeeves.
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Comments4

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    The seaside gulls have progressed to chips nowadays, I understand. Evolution at it's worst! This piece is megga-good so will make it a fave' if I may. ~ if I can hit the correct box.

    Kind regards, Alan

    • dusk arising

      LOL Boxes to confuse us damn them. Pleased you enjoyed this piece and thanks for commenting.

    • Michael Edwards

      Love it - keeps you guessing till the last line.

      • dusk arising

        Gulls calls are so harsh and echo so well, i tied to convey the raucusness of the scene initially.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Wow - -- never knew gulls could shout for entrails - a great surprise ending for this intriguingly clever write - - love the powerful flow of the piece - - shall think of your words dear dusk the next time I walk round the harbour and hear the birds shriek.

        • dusk arising

          THB i dunno if they shout fer entrails either but they sure as heck shout a lot. In dismal winter days thier shrieks are painful on the ears and depressing.
          Here in Worcester and in Gloucester too we have serious nuisance from gulls and they are probably the least popular of our native wildlife gawd elp um.

        • Goldfinch60

          That second stanza is so powerful, gone are the days of the fishermen of old bringing home the catch.

          We were walking along a beach once and saw two gulls go to a bag on the beach, the owners were swimming in the sea, pull out a bag of breadsticks and eat the lot.

          • dusk arising

            LOL reminds me of the cheeky ones i have seen on tv who nip into the corner shop and grab a bag of potato chips/snacks and scoff it on the pavement.



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