Another seagull in Eastbourne
Of the hundreds in town
Plump from the tourists
Feeding them scraps
Swoops over my head
With white wings stretched out
Calling and searching
Its head fixes
The seagull dives
The start of a war?
It drops it's sticky torpedo
Which destroys my car!
A contest entry
- for God sake... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 9, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Maybe this is too abstract for me...are you comparing the unborn to seagull poop? I do like the poem. Very well written.
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Oh..what a strong immagery you broought to bring the essence of the prompt..well done....my friend...thanks
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Maybe I'm not getting this one, but seems a strange entry for this contest. I do like it though...made me smile since I think we all can relate to the sticky torpedo barrages from on high. Good luck with this in the contest. Peace, Rhonda
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