(Inspired by images: AB19, BB19, OVP19)

Every Day Blue

The scattering of light,

the constant in our space,

is blue of sky and water,

the dancing variations sing through clouds

so loud that skeletons wake and skitter round

the graveyard walls, the soft-shoe steps

of bones, the tappity-tap of time, regret

perhaps. The corona-ed moon incites the tides

and makes them rise, the boats upon them sink

or sigh. Earth tilts. We spin but stay,

midnight becomes dawn, another day.

For Paul Brookes Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the images and read the other poems, here.