THE SEAGULL
Aerial wave, white as the tip
of empty thought you
appear, sudden as the lone
wind in a blink, an eclipse
of eye
sorrow’s blind passage
opens to your body
of light
circling the paradoxes
of my driftwood
and barnacle mind
Sun-flake, white as the blinded
wings of Icarus
your breast
of white rose
Concealed a bud, an aureole
burning a marine
ode, a wail
of sandpaper
lilting on the sad salt
loom of widow ocean
as she mourns the turning of
my clay, my churned
and broken shells, a thin
quicklime of dreams, dissolving
in wreaths
of spume
©2009 Sophia Pandeya
