Blue Mosque
James Frederick William Rowe
Upon fire wings
The seagulls soared--
Lit by light
Which burnt wing tips
Red hot against
A sapphire starscape
Abud with evening stars
Glistening through the
Transparent haze
Of wind-wisped clouds
--Gliding aloft on currents of
Chill, November air
Buffeted by the dome
Of Sultan Ahmet
The Blue Mosque