Thursday, 31 December 2020

Poem: I WENT TO THE SEA, BUT THERE WERE NO GULLS

 



I WENT TO THE SEA, 
BUT THERE WERE NO GULLS/ 
FROM A LINE BY KEITH ROBERTS 



I will be the magic that has gone away, 
I will be the shapes that swim in oceans 
where all the fish have vanished, 
the shrub on the common land 
that is a charcoal sketch at dawning, 
the night bird that screeches when 
all owls are driven from their hollows, 
the leafy branch that scratches the window 
when they’ve cut down all the forests, 
I will be the whisper of the bees 
on the sunshine breeze, the eye of newt, 
the dream of ladybirds on sunflowers 
the fire of toxic particles to light the sky 
the ghost of wolves to howl at dark moons 
the lost voice of worms, beetles and spiders 
the echo of the fox in the phantom farmyard 
the long silence of a world 
where magic has gone away

 

Featured online at: 
‘IT: INTERNATIONAL TIMES’ (19 December 2020) 




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