Seagulls Cannot Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Seagulls cannot shatter the glass
Of the wild sand castles
That never will last
And the water recedes
And the wave forms again
And spins its foam in a spendthrift's wind
Where no one's there to let me in
When pink sand crumbles again, again;
Then the lift of the wing in a foreign dream
Angel or bird it isn't clear
Is something I truly don't want to sing
If the mist that surges is really my tears;
Can set my fleeting soul adrift
Far from the shores I knew before;
Sad angels to ransom sea Christmas pelf
Where the sea glass shines all by itself
Where the seagulls cannot shatter the rains
On the wild sand castles not built to remain
The seagulls rise they pivot and turn
But the shards of memory still can
Burn.
And the green wave falter.
mary angela douglas 26 may 2024