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Neil Shepard: Seagull in a Bowl

I can hear the seagull in a bowl

As I scrape with a metal spoon the last yogurt

From the rim – scraw, scraw, scraw, scraw –

And hear the ocean the undertow the wash

Of wave and wind holding the bird aloft.

There’s a slight metallic ringing in the sea

As if the boats and buoys and harbor bells

Swamped from a winter storm or rogue wave

Still clang beneath the blue. And the dream

I had before breakfast of white goats, bells

Tinkling lightly under their beards, high up

In a Greek harbor town, milked and pastured

Where the bees make their amber combs

And the serving girl comes with her morning figs

Yogurt and honey to set on the wooden table

Already warm with sun and blue cornflowers,

Her black hair brushing my shoulder as she bends…

Or that other height from the amusement park pier,

Where gulls scavenge and float above the arcade,

Where waves break against the risings and pilings,

And the ring-toss winner sets off the dinging bell

And the girl laughs as the boy hands her a souvenir

And she spoons frozen yogurt into his soft mouth…

I can hear all of it as my metal spoon scrapes

The rim of the bowl where memories circle and rise

To my mind and mouth like a first lost kiss.  

Copyright 2020 Neil Shepard.

Beautiful Village of Oia in Santorini, Greece

5 comments on “Neil Shepard: Seagull in a Bowl

  1. Cleopatra Mathis
    October 27, 2020

    Beautiful, evocative poem, Neil, and the photo takes me back, sadly— when can I see that gorgeous place again?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. lsshapiro
    October 22, 2020

    Thank you. I needed this crisp clarity of this poem today. I needed something I could hold in my hand and take off from there. Lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Neil Shepard
    October 22, 2020

    Thanks, Barbara ~

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Barbara Huntington
    October 22, 2020

    The sounds, the scents that take us back as we dream in this lonely time. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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