Today's poem:

Gulls at Lerwick
- by Vera Rich

Blue day, and beaks at the nets…
and the herrings a harvest river, spilling over,
and the men with horn hands, and the silver quiver
of sun on scale and sea,
The maas in the air are a white mewing,
and their wings in the air are a white wheeling,
But the beaks at the nets are a brute tearing
scattering sisal and scales, scrabbling, clawing,
through the knotted rope cage to the glinted silver gleaming.

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