Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Rob Schackne #305 - 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


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