danIEL lockeridge
My Sea
The albatross saves spirit
an isle above my minute.
I cannot glide for days
that are not sent by you.
The albatross is cross
as romance lost.
Over the Pacific’s skin,
I apologise with a brush.
I try to find a quill,
yet feathers are crossed for me.
For me to find reality,
my albatross would have to.
Daniel Lockeridge is a thirty-year-old Australian who has self-published a series of poetry consisting of three collections. He has poetry publications in Azarao Lit, Gasher Press, The Hemlock, Jacaranda Journal, Literary Revelations, Querencia Press, Wingless Dreamer and Reverie Magazine, among others.