Seagulls of Birmingham

by Richard Vince

Have you ever seen the sea?

It is not the multicoloured lines
Sailing along dark fissures in
The land that you see from
Your perch atop concrete cliffs.

It is not the shiny ribbons of
Stillness that fill the canyons
That form your playground here,
A maze of colour and shape
That is no match for your wings.

It is not the vast expanses of
Green that are only a few miles’
Flight away, rolling without moving
Between humanity’s grey hues.

It is, perhaps, a home you feel
In your bones and in your feathers,
Crashing like a savage lullaby
In your mind’s ear as you
Drift off to sleep.

It is the undertone that is
Always present in your wheeling
Cries, a quintessential sound
Of childhood to so many
Generations of adults.

It is something that lives
In your hearts and ours, even in
This most landlocked of cities.

There is always a way to get there,
But for now we can find it
In our memories, in our
Collective consciousness, in our
Mind’s eye wherever we are.


Posted on 04/19/2019
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince

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