Gull poem
Oh happy gull,
your call & echo yours alone.
Grey day angel,
papered streets
silvered in your
piss-ghost likeness.
Made of winter's
light, you are the wind-caught, maggot-gutted kite;
the night sky drifter. You are
the cloud king, the selfish bird of prayer,
phoenix of hated things.
Chris Hopkins is a Welsh writer living in the Canterbury area. He has had poems published in The Honest Ulsterman, The New European, Morning Star, 14 Magazine (Vanguard Readings), Rust + Moth and has work forthcoming in Reliquiae Journal.