the music of the beach

the seagulls are
all aflutter after trains:
their movements swift,
their cries held high by arches.

earlier on the shore
I watched the starlings
turn in and out of sight
before coming to rest
on the skeleton pier.

(inspired by a day in Brighton and Lisa Holdcroft's atmospheric drawing of the seafront. Her website is here.)

Credit: Lisa Holdcroft

Credit: Lisa Holdcroft