my gullfriend

on fighting a stormy position at sea

a bird called from a stone promontory

my haste and sweat with sail and oar left me

equipped to live and tell you this story

soft looked eyes above ruby red stained full beak

evil magic trapped this girl in feathers

her fragile webbed feat chained to stone where bleak

weather froze her blood and hardened feather

in that tempest my shirt and sail all torn

arms left feint from exertion agony

her call a draw not cawl but a lovers song

and I pulled oar in a sense mutiny

smashed into rocks. splinters. boat no more

bloodied and cold . resolve spent.she one wing

bent to prevent me slipping off the shore

I found in her shelter some words to sing

carry me high and we can sweetly nest

or perhaps a kiss this curse will arrest