Seagulls
She’d always loved to watched them as they swooped and swerved riding the thermals raucously as they waited for the tide and it’s flow of fish. She could see them now from the mouth of the cave and she wondered if it would be enough to sustain her she wondered if it would be enough as the tide flowed in.
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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
