Rob Schackne #305 - Gulls

Gulls

Old Norse
my old nurse

who believed in me
shouted at all concerned
the mercury climbs
aren't we ready
for a lie, the colour
of rust, white birds
gulled by Odin
on water day
the colour of yellow
didn't believe it then
eyes blue like the stars
pockets black as coal
the flights are cancelled 
with every feather
I believe it now
miss her more than ever