Seagulls Poem by Phil Lucas

Seagulls



“Seagulls are the souls of dead sailors, ”
she said.
So now,
I give to each feathered mariner
a grisly siren fable
or naggle bearded shanty.

But those canny sailors
don’t listen.
They just take to the sky,
swooping a trusty once
to steal my chips.

“Aha, ” I say,
“pirates.”

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Phil Lucas

Phil Lucas

Twickenham, UK
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