out amongst the plunge divers

by Sarah Wallis

mad weather, stinging rain and squall

the gannets are out plunge diving the plenty,

flash of white back and black tipped wings,

like one of Degas’ ballerinas,

all in pirouette, they skim and back dive

the water with angel’s grace, ‘til,

sword faces first they break through

the surface, devil faced for chick feed,

with an ice driven focus, arrowing

to target and fish gulp, white horses splash,

the feathered folk dive

God and the Weather you know you’re alive

prizes sought and won, they’re back

to spiralling, a float

of angel’s ink, shadowtipped for home,

as we all are,

dipped in the water and thinking of home

Sarah Wallis is a writer living on the East Coast of Scotland, UK. Her chapbook, Poet Seabird Island, is available from boats against the current and you can hear her read from it @EattheStorms May podcast. Poems this year have appeared at Propel, Full Mood Mag, Dust, and The Winged Moon.