Every colour blue chopped with
sparkling bracelets of sunlight.
Foam constant on wind dashed rocks;
the manacles of Neptune’s deepest deep.
Gulls swirl of whitest white by buffets
dipped in shafts of light.
Phil Lowe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-and-gulls-at-lizard-s-point/
