With thanks to Paul Brookes at the wombwellrainbow.Wordpress.com for the ekphrastic January challenge.
Picture credit Kerfe Roig ‘handeye’
Every time you look at me you glance
At your hand and I imagine
That in the centre is an eye
Because you say the same thing
I see in an all knowing way
Generally you don’t see, but it’s said
The expected comment to pretend at
Listening to what’s being said
Instead of what you want it to mean.
A shell described becomes a butterfly
A key a lop eared rabbit and so on
Until my heart says why share the acorns
That grow into truth trees
Or rose bushes that hold thorns
And not everything is neatly packaged
As a diamond ring
The sky doesn’t only hold pretty birds
Or the sky hold only sunshine.
All is a mix , unpicked threads that make
Something different or new
You see imperfections, ruins
Rusty keys, thorny flowers, cold nights
I look for both sides neat and messy
Both bring their gifts making up a new
Pattern in my palm to see the world
In colours swirling in my palm.
As I watch the moon shine and stars
Vie for place in the palm of the sky.