Seagulls Cried

Early morn, the shore I walked Bladderwrack lay strewn. Rockpools, there to be explored Adorned with windblown spume. High above seagulls cried Plaintive, their refrain Echoing far across the sky, As though a soul in pain. Out on the horizon The sun began to rise, Vermillion hues of many shades Appeared before my eyes. A crystal mass on the shore The man'o'war lay dying, Laments above, I heard for it For seagulls still, were crying. PREMIERE CONTEST NO 105,any theme, Any form,max of 25 lines - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 17/10/2017