Thursday, February 9, 2017

Gulls # 66 Claine Keily

When the tedious sound
of gulls
no longer shrilled
at the sky
she unlocked her door
and visited the shop
that sold
frozen lemons
and mango flavoured beer

The car she travelled in
felt unfamiliar
so she took longer
to reach the place
where she met with her lover
in a dank little shop
amongst fish nets
pinned to roofs
and white painted
buoys that stank
of low tides

There he kissed her
his tourist camera
slung low around
his neck
filled with pictures
of every pretty girl
that had passed his way


  1. Yes! How anticipation creates that space where you know it, but time bends to unfamiliarity.

  2. I've said it before - so many of your poems are (for me) also like mini-films that have their own lights and camera plans. In six words, I think they are very wonderful. Thank you :)

    1. Thanks Rob and James for your feedback. I look forward to reading more of your poems.


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