The Seagull Poet

Out of the shadows
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling seas
It's beauty brings me to my knees
So much emotion
In an ever changing ocean
As inspiration
As fluid
As the ebb, and flow
Of life

by Jemia