Norfolk Gulls (a poem by Laurence Neill)

A beautiful poem by Laurence Neill. Used with permission. Known on youtube as "bigeeezy" http://www.youtube.com/user/bigeeezy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NORFOLK GULLS Gulls, yellow-shackled Ruffled and hackled, Long-tethered weather-vanes crabbing wind's wall. Off-balance, they hazily (Beaks scissor crazily) Screech - then defiantly plummet - to fall in the throat of a funnel that channels air-tunnels; a thin scream of arctic to steely-lunged boom. As NATO devotion transmogrifies ocean to sleet-spattered needles of shrapnel-sharp spume. Out over deep water the jet planes grow leaner then flatten to gun-metal silvery-blue. They skirt the sky fiords, where on the horizon, coast line hangs mirrored - suspended - in view. And Time slips the the longships of past generations the warrior sea farer, Norsemen and Dane, whose paths crossed the sea-ways like ours cross the sky-ways. .....When all are forgotten The gulls will remain. Copyright held by Laurence Neill 2008 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All photography taken on the beaches of Norfolk, England. (by Lisa-Marie Jackson "WitchesSky")