
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
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