Roaring winds: white surf assaults
Rocks of black in pewter seas.
Swirling, crashing water heaves
While all around the seagulls waltz.
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Author:
Morwenna (
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Your words made me really imagine the setting, so basically nice imagery, I could feel, smell,hear and see this poem, keep up the good work
Wow. Love this poem. It captures the scene with originality and precision.
A great little poem. - Phil A.
I was making notes for the poem as I looked at the seagulls and waves, trying to manage the pen and paper in the wind.
Those seagulls are mean. They'll snatch your lunch right out of your hand. They did mine.
Ah - a lovely read Morwenna - From title onwards this little gem captures the scene with such atmospheric conception - and as for your finalé - - my cheering applause for those waltzing seagulls An innovative four -liner which must go into my list of favourites.
Aww! Thank you!
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