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.