Plenty of fish

Gold cherry

By queen beatle

Thu, 28 Aug 2025
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The gulls in my area

like a rich and varied diet;

on summer nights, they feed

on the sleep of the overheated.

 

In the smallest hours,

they peck at my window

and state their intentions

and state their intentions

 

till the tiles slide and clatter

off the roof of my dreams—

until the sky shutters open,

and my day starts with a squawk.

 

I've never lived so near the sea

yet dreamt so often of houses;

in every room, a visitor waits,

crapping on my furniture

and flapping his beak.

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Lovely to see another poem from you Queen - thank you!

 

Submitted by queen beatle on

Thank you! Nice to be back

 

Submitted by marandina on

Sounds like my life. I have two that have adopted my garage roof along with their offspring. Noisy and messy!

 

Nicely done, qb. 

 

Submitted by queen beatle on

Haha, they're a blessing and a curse - entertaining, beautiful and absolute menaces

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

sometimes noisy, messy and a sharp cure for perceived sadness of being alone :)

Enjoyed.

Best

L

 

Submitted by queen beatle on

Thanks for reading :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

the window pecking gets me, too, though I love to hear them calling from the roof (maybe because we are on the round floor!) i like how you describe their sound weaving through your sleep, like it is the sea

 

Submitted by queen beatle on

Thanks Di, that's an insightful interpretation. Yeah I love the sound of them, when it's not 3 am!

 

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

Calling a spade a bloody shovel! Excellent work Morwenna! Tom

 

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Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

They are so sassy, owning the rooftops, stealing the peace, the skies, the food. You've managed to capture their grabby remorseless attitude and woven it into dreamy romantic notions of seaside living. I can almost hear that funny choking laugh they do as they strutt around on the roof.