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Feb 2021
In an ivy clad fortress
Fallen render reveals the outline of a bird.
Drawn in pink plaster,
Master of mortar.
Trapped in the brick.
Safe though from this gale that stirs us up today.
It sits looking East
Towards the sea.

There the clatter and hum of sail bells
On Camberly Sands renders seagulls quiet
Devoid of a landing platform and
Lost for words.

Then crows
Cry collaboration.
A nation of black wings against
A clear sky.
Like solid drums unbeaten
By time and weather.
Sally Dawn Ibbotson
Written by
Sally Dawn Ibbotson  65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.
(65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.)   
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     Jamadhi Verse
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