Alan Walsh

Dawn On The Old Head - Poem by Alan Walsh

The crack of the corncrake breaks away the night amongst the half light.
The sun sits scheming afar, steadying, readying on a crimson cloud.
Gliding seagulls fawn upon the pale round water scrounging food.

I gaze on the overcast crashing of the relentless sea,
A Guillemot breaks from below screeching and beseeching me.
I look up and turn away then hazily reconsider the awakened day.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 6, 2012

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