Under the shade of the Gibraltan rock

A poem I wrote on a cool, calm summer night in Gibraltar, as I watched sea gulls decorate the night sky with their fluttering wings; Ceuta and Morocco in the distance and the warm breeze of the Mediterranean upon my eyelashes

Under the shade of the Gibraltan rock

I hear the sounds of gulls content and gleeful

Poetically astute, angelically gifted

This is what life in pearl feels like

From stalactite caves to amiable apes,

laughs, grins, sighs, jeers and sneers

From marina colours to golden dawns

whitewashed facades and Iberian dreams

Gibraltar, you've made an admirer out of me

To Ceuta and Morocco I gazed from your lengths

And beyond into the distant horizon discreet

Your warm winds propel my day

Your bold rock anchors my stay. 

Amk.