Tuesday 25/4/2023
Corsairs
robbed
of their
exultant cries,
on the morning
of the second day
under singular clouds
seagulls ride thermals,
silent circlets of sun-stacked air,
By afternoon the sun has turned.
A snowfield of crumpled cloud
ripples through the brain,
a St Bernard strained
to drooping jowl,
to mouth
to eyes
to ears
and above it
all the sound of
a turbine's whine.
An aircraft on course.
Stags set for foreign climes,
beers to be swilled in Magaluf.
Corsairs
robbed
of their
exultant cries,
on the morning
of the second day
under singular clouds
seagulls ride thermals,
silent circlets of sun-stacked air,
By afternoon the sun has turned.
A snowfield of crumpled cloud
ripples through the brain,
a St Bernard strained
to drooping jowl,
to mouth
to eyes
to ears
and above it
all the sound of
a turbine's whine.
An aircraft on course.
Stags set for foreign climes,
beers to be swilled in Magaluf.