the seagull
By Yutka
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It was only part white; the seagull
that swooped down on us nearly
brushing us with its wings, but in my head
I saw this ghost of a bird, shadowless,
a white absence, blind negative
in the light of the lake. No reflection glides
over the water where it flies, weightless,
no sound from its beak.
And though you say they look all the same,
for me it is unique. I see
how it speeds out of the distance,
gathers weight and darkens
till it meets its own blackness, grows
into lustre; mew, gull, seagull
that quickens the heart, as it sweeps
towards the sunset, its shape ringed with gold.
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Very beautiful, Yutka.
Very beautiful, Yutka.
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I got pulled in by the
I got pulled in by the artwork - only to find that your words matched it in colour and grace. Really good poem.
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Really wonderful poem. I like
Really wonderful poem. I like this line especially "I saw this ghost of a bird, shadowless"
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Lovely words to describe such
Lovely words to describe such a majestic and beautiful creature. I could watch gulls for hours ... except for when they're trying to steal my kids' chips.
I really enjoyed your poem.
Turlough
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Beautiful
You make an everyday occurrence shine like magic!
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