The poem for today is inspired by Inner Truth by Kerfe Roig and Autumn Fruit by John Law. All three images and the poetic contributions are on Paul Brookes’ site here.

Inner and outer truths

Why are our truths inner,
veiled in fakery, dug deep down
among leaf-drifts and mineshafts,
wrapped in silver and shot into space?

Faces make masks of themselves,
hide behind pseudos and avatars,
hurt and run.

The inner me
is the one I keep for best,
the one I will set in the balance
against my inertia.

Blackbird’s truths
hang in red clusters from bright branches,
drop jewels into green caskets,
spread pinioned truths across the sky

that hides nothing.

The night opens into a sea of light,
bright as day, beach-sand brilliant.

I pluck a red truth,
let the juice run
like sap
through my veins.