The wild white gull comes screaming, billowed and tossed
In the sacred air, over the shore and inland
On the storm. How far and soaring fast it flings
The springing magic of the earth, feathers
Aflame in the cruciform of blood and sky,
And tendons taut with excellence! How high
And blest it wheels in tribute through the wind,
To turn past beauty’s shaping to the sea!
Once up on a time, they say, there was a girl . . . there was a boy . . . there was a person who was in trouble. And this is what she did . . . and what he did . . . and how they learned to survive it. This is what they did . . . and why one failed . . . and why another triumphed in the end. And I know that it’s true, because I danced at their wedding and drank their very best wine.
Over a year ago, Christine, inspired by beeblu blog, posted her own beautiful Search Engine Poetry. It was something I meant to do at the time, but I put off and eventually I forgot about it. Last weekend I spent some time sorting through my email and came across the email notice about Christine’s post, and decided to have a look at my search engine terms to see what I could come up with.