Pelicans, their bodies
become a slick of matted
and shivery brown,
bob with the rest of the day's debris,
the plume of their ocean-bestowed miters
soon to be drawn into the crude's undertow.
In the day's last light
threading through oily surf,
laughing gulls hover.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this poem in response to Carry On Tuesday, which each week provides a prompt that participants are to use wholly or partly in an original poem or prose piece.
The prompt for Tuesday, June 8, comes from the opening lines of Salman Rushdie's The Enchantress of Florence: A Novel: In the day's last light. . . .
To read other Carry on Tuesday contributors' poems or prose for prompt #56, go here.