Wing Prints and Ink Blots

(Look where day dreaming takes you)

At break of day, gun metal clouds

swept past my undraped window where

my sights were set on heavy greys.

A backwash for my waking eyes,

where not a shred of brightness seen,

an artist's canvas void of paint.

Then silhouettes of gulls in flight

flashed by to disappear at speed,

their imprints planted in my mind.

At school the pen nib left its stain.

Those ink blots on my page unkind,

and red marks from my teacher's pen

indelible remain behind.

Reviews

[BonnyRivers]

I really like this Chris. Gulls in flight have always intrigued me, maybe it's their lonesome call that awakens one to the vastness of the sea or eternity, reminiscent of frothing waves, salty air and an unreachable expanse of the unknown. Also, it's interesting how those 'red marks...indelible remain behind'. I'm glad the experience didn't stop you from writing, this is beautiful.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Bonny. Those red marks were hurtful and all because I couldn't afford my own pen and had to use one the school supplied, which I'm sure had a broken nib. My Dad came to the rescue and bought me a maroon osmiroid italic pen. There you go, such an impression it made on me I have never forgotten it. After that there was nbo stopping me. Thank you for your lovely review.

Chris

[Onlyme]

So glad those moments at school did not stop you from sharing your heart and mind with us all Chris. Beautiful lady with a wonderful heart and soul. Who gives all as she shares her gifts with us all in her poetry and stories. Dull days. That shine bright for us all. Via you Chris. hugs Dee.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear .. I can see it is Dawn , and what a beautiful name that is for sure. Thank you so much for your lovely response and for that hug as well.

Chris