Seagulls twirl against the blue cloudless skyBlack silhouettes, basking in the light
Of that bright white solar circle
That we call the sun
Below sails softly billow with the breeze
White calico wings, made by a mans hands
Flutter and ripple loosely with each
Slow warm breath of god
A sailor of the sea, sits with a wide brimmed hat
His fingernails are nothing short of black
“Oh, oh, oh” he mutters sadly
Words tumbling to the deck
For today he sees his fate, mirrored in the sea
Where fish and beauty swirl, upon the deep
Blue which now fills red, and reflects
A huge wooden mast shattered upon his neck
Hopefully this sends some wintery chills down your back!
Poem written by Briony
Etching from "uknown" source
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