It's Still Life

Mirage       (an ekphrastic poem)

You’re half asleep, and then
You’re gone

A mirage of leaves
A rippled slope
Water’s mirror still as
Trees spread like fingers
Twisted curtains, fog
Light and bright
Entwined on a breeze

I laid out a picnic here once
In a mirage

Breaking enjambment rules. Image from Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021 Poetic form: Ekphrastic. The word slope is included for #FOWC