Real Gull –

I never had a chance to wonder at golden ice-white eye-lined songbirds as they coloured high-summer English meadows with gospel choir lyric.
I received a real vision of the World – On a nailed-down strong-box grey Scottish sky, from the upper-deck bus window, there, on the flat roof of a long-emptied Glasgow City Centre store front, vulture-like guttural from an old sea-dog of a smiling Gull ripping pieces from a black puddle marinated decomposing pigeon.

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2 Responses to Real Gull –

  1. sdtp33 says:

    “nailed-down strong-box grey Scottish sky”……brilliant


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