SENSES

 

Seagull, Seagull! Flying high

Have you seen her grey-blue eye?

Have you felt that genius look?

Like a Lynmouth splashing brook

 

Seagull,Seagull! Flying low

Have you heard her squawking by the Taw?

Have you tasted Devon pasty,

Thatcher cider or a pint of shandy

 

Seagull,Seagull! Wailing loud

Please, don’t wake me tonight

I am having a weary dream

Chirp a bit, go to Instow, and have an ice cream

 

Seagull, Seagull! Flying solo

Was you pride hurt!

Oh, come on! Bright is tomorrow

Clap your wings through a Barnstaple balmy wind

Grab, flap, and squawk, you’re free, do anything!

 

Poem by: Fazli Rrezja

(Summer 2019, Barnstaple, England)