A poem by Lynn White

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.


 

***

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/