calls to her, connecting her to
seals’ song and long-dead monks in stilled prayer.
Older spirits drift on the verdant green–
warriors, sailors, queens—the unseen seen—brush her mind,
a sea breeze caresses her face, she tastes the salt
of ocean and tears—the gulls cry “welcome.”
She has never been here, but she knows it
like a dream.
Eyes in the Sky
nameless faces in windowless rooms point,
deadly birds soar within minutes
skyward glances blinded, laughs silenced,
buildings tumble—cities screech and cry
in contrapuntal configurations of steel and bone—
worlds turn upside-down.
I am once again participating in Paul Brookes’ April Ekphrastic Challenge. Each day, I will post my poem(s) here. You can see the art and read the other responses by going to Paul’s site here.
The artists are Gaynor Kane, John Phandal Law, and Anjum Wasim Dar. Thank you for your wonderful and inspiring art!