Air DisplayA Poem by Chris Shaw(Brixham at night, is my delight. I just sit at the window and stare)
Before the heartbeat of new dawn
creeps through the coverlet of night, white winged commotion breaks the dark with Brixham gulls in shrieking flight. From Sea Tang's third floor bird's eye view, they dive bomb, swoop and loop de loop. And yet dreams on old Golden Hind within her harbour's high tide bed where empty, silent streets look on lit bright by amber lamps of light.
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Added on March 7, 2019Last Updated on March 7, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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