Explanations

How to explain
the perfect prism of a day,
replication sustained in mirrored patterns,
a chimera of shapes and hues

wind-surfed from another realm,
the gift of dreams, that mind-sea space,
or collisions of electric light,
like glittering jewels

on the diadem circling our world,
a tilted laurel wreath,
self-contained but fragile
as an egg of robin blue—

flawless moments treasured
but rare, impossible to catch or hold–
tossed rings from a moving carousel.

For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the artworks and read the poems here.