Caught.
Today the sky is unkind
as into wiry whirls of wind
flail burly black-backs while
flint-flakes of blinding rain hurl
white-firey winter into their eyes.
Pity avian creatures caught between
tortuous curls of en-raged open ocean
for those cresting waves must also dive.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
I was there within your words Fay.
Andy
Well i cant imagine where the albatross goes in a storm but im guessing lesser birds are huddled safely in a nest of sorts someplace rather than try to be airbourne or diving in a force ten.
I certainly was dragged into a maelstrom reading your words today though on re-reading i think i was picturing a larger storm. But it got me thinking.
Good write Fay. I have watched the gulls play with the wind. They really know what they are doing.
once more you've transported me to that shoreline you're looking out from, somehow I can imagine the tangible power of nature as it collides between weather and consequence: to be witnessed and distilled by such poetic eyes...
another beautiful write dear Fay,
thank you for sharing! so glad you're feeling better
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