wavering line of icy seaside foam
where winter churns in its Nor’easter
so cormorants have taken to standing one-legged
on struck silent stones
gulls still sketch a scallop of screech
as they flee down-stun drop
of gray-gasp wind
owl in wind-crippled pine
is eye-wobbling in wonder
at who could bear such
storm brings ache and echoes
to this icy isolation
where I am half-spun bird
being slammed
by old knowing
about winter’s rage
dumping drifting thoughts
like nest
for a drop-dead sparrow
Author notes
prompt - echoes
A contest entry
- Echo - Prewrites Welcome by Danna Hobart.
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This is a really interesting write. I think it is one of those that I will find something new in every time I read it. Thank you very much for entering my contest.
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