Before Dark Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Before Dark



The flaming gulls, stalled
in the lag of an abrasive wind,
are peeled across the sun
like orange rind.

In squalling air they loop
back and hang there
in gentler currents over the sea
that makes a tired sound.

Their splashing cries
can be faintly heard
as the slurring tide drags
the lapping evening in.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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