It’s open night at the dVerse pub, so anything goes. The photo is one I took this morning. The poem, a triolet is inspired by it.
Along the misty river fly
The ghosts of gulls with strident calls,
And I can barely see the sky.
Along the misty river fly
Shades of the lost, I hear them cry.
They search the banks as twilight falls
Along the misty river. Fly,
The ghosts of gulls with strident calls.