Seagulls
it’s okay; all will be well, be patient. It is this quiet evening hour.
— Kenneth Thomas Webb

Likewise, the supporting portraits, each capturing an individual moment that we all experience. I am placing it within Poetry.

The garden room in the quiet evening hour

 Seagulls

It is good to hear the seagulls

The tide is on the turn

The storm has briefly passed

Hailstones 

And on the horizon ... 

Most surely, more to come 

 

No wind though

But the bite is in the air!

Four-point-five celsius to you

Thirty-nine degrees fahrenheit to me


At four past the noonday sun

Absent but on the far horizon

The sky and sea merge and swirl

A great bank of cloud around a blue cavern

A hint that sun is not absent 

Merely concealed from view 

 

The iron men quickly recover,

Their timely ascent from below the waves 

A seagull balances one foot

on a lifeless cranium

Nature loves to mock the human’s mind

that it, not Nature, has the upper hand!


Do not write for others

Do not write for money

Write only for personal pleasure

Be content

Keep an eye on reality

 

Reality counters delusion

Reality keeps perspective

What I think is good most regard as poor

Reality counters that inner arrogant thought

that one’s work is good

 

“People will willingly part

with a ten pound note!”


Not so


He or she who does is a fool 

Too often, poets’ nights and open mics

once home, and eagerly opening

the latest anthology

the eagerly spent ten pound note

now feels like a hundred pounds

bookies’ cert loser

catching reality unawares

in the moment’s hype


Let secret pleasure be

the engine of my pen

 

… Put down the pen

Rest the hand …

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Look out across the estuary

The mountains of Wales

from an english coastline

Listen to the seagulls

The tide is now receding fast 

One leads the squadron

with noisy landing

venturing muddily onto 

Rain-and-hail-drenched sand

detritus, jelly-fish, plastics

and the latest blight,

a discarded Covid facemask

And still it's only four-point-five 



18 December 2022
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© Kenneth Thomas Webb 2022-23




First written whilst walking Liverpool Crosby Beach 3.50 pm - 4.04 pm on a grey Saturday afternoon, 9 April 2016, it is by no means downbeat. I realise, now, on pulling it out of the archive, that I was preparing myself for my mum’s departure six weeks later. I’ve brought the piece up-to-date merely with one reference to 2020-2021.

I’ve retained the portrait that heralded the original piece. I like its quiet reflection and gentleness, and that hint of …

… … Contemplation




 


Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.

He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.

Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.

In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.