It's Still Life

I.
Across the Sea

At the end of the pier
is a bell that looks like
a silver charm. Wind

teases the clapper,
and its tone leaves
my ears with wings
across the waves.

It passes through light,
and travels. I will do
the same, one day.

II.
These Old Roads

Left or right
or straight on,
beyond the bridge
or back behind and
over Furnace Ridge,
it matters not which
this or that,
as I’ve walked them
all before.

IV.

1. 

Sowing Colour

sowing,
not sewing,
so soon
          tomatoes 
          cucumbers
          chilli peppers
          marigolds
          sage and chives and thyme
          and sweet peas. 
growing every
          colour of summer.

2.

Homegrown for the Table

He’s been sowing,
though not sewing, he’s quick to state,
and so we will soon
have tomatoes and
          cucumbers and chilli peppers
          and marigolds and sweet peas,
and after lunch he was
staining lumber,  planks and pallets 
of dusty green and pale blue.
He’s growing every
          colour of summer.

III.

https://miskyb.tumblr.com/post/647348948594540544/1-april-2021

written for I. and IV. APRPAD 2: What does the future hold and II. Napowrimo Day 2: A road not taken, and III. The Poeming Found Poetry published on Tumblr and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter. The image is from Lyme Regis, Dorset.   © Misky 2021