It's Still Life

Small Flies and Other Wings

There in the overlooked
margins of the windowsill,

unpaired wings and webs
of grey lace and dust are
defused by the sun’s stare.

Wings lay mutilated like
some mental disturbance,

brushed by darkness and
sideslipped in the wake of
a free-hand or brushed breath.

They’re gathered into the wet
grasp of a cleaning cloth, and

their fragments flicked into
the garden with leaves, fallen
petals and nature’s debris.

Back from where they came,
there in the overlooked margins.

An Ekphrastic poem based on Christine Ay Tjoe’s painting “Small Flies and Other Wings” and written for Peter’s dVerse Circle prompt, and dVerse’s The Poet is a Painter.  © Misky 2021 Note: I keep missing Mr Linky’s expiration dates, so I decided to write to Peter’s circle prompt and use the image as background inspiration.