Day 25’s poem for Paul Brookes’ April poetry challenge is inspired by the three images you can see here.

Illusions

To see a magic galleon
(aureoled in gold
sailing a tropical sea)
in the wreck on the strand

to hear the wolf call
(dominating the night
voice full of dark and glitter
hard as stars)
in the howl of the dog chained in the garden

it’s enough to change the filters

but each new tide
still loosens the timbers
and the dog still watches
the house door with longing
in vain.