Craddlegap The Cormorant
Upon dark
jagged
seaweed crowned
rock.
He stretches
his coal black wings
in sudden symmetry
perfectly
East & West.
Frown
sloping to serious bill
eyes thoughtful
in the estuary’s
misty morning
cold grey imagery.
He takes off
like a grumpy old man
of the sea
dressed in rags
of black velvet.
Away from the Little Egrets
to find his sport
in the freedom
of the choppy
Atlantic sea.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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