This bird will return no more
This bird will return no more.
This bird that takes flight from your face,
born of your flesh, unfolds into space,
it beats layers of air like a frantic child
clapping his hands before the body of his outstretched
father, his head smashed against a wall.
Self portrait: Judith Crispin
Sad seagull portrait: me
Image blending, photoshop art and poem choice: Judith Crispin
Lightroom refinement: me