This is an image of my rather worn, but very precious book...
chummed
water
fishing boat
seagulls snatch food
but one special gull practised low gliding
one special seagull hungered to learn speed
he rode high winds
shining star
heaven
worlds
home
for now
perfection
till the next world
shimmering, transparent and no limits
his pupil Fletcher learnt to see real flight; freedom in the starry beyonds
Poetry Forms: Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
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Monostich in the final line
Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Flash 55 - The Classics
dearest jonathan
the wind beneath my wings
is you
