Like murmurations of starlings ...

There were no seagulls this morning on the rooftops -

I gazed beyond the weather-worn tiles towards the sky -

I imagined living in one of those attic rooms -

Dreaming beneath a sloping ceiling -

Each night, climbing a narrow stair -

I'd hear the wind blowing above the gentle town -

Hear the stories blown in from the sea -

Swirling around the chimneys like murmurations of starlings -


11.30
Thursday 17 January 2019

South Street
Wareham
Dorset