It's Still Life

Haunted Fog

I.
Blind Fog

The cliffs drop off
into whiteness,
a blue and grey brew
of updrafts and silk.
The air, it feels
haunted by fog.
That chill,
is proof of it all.

II.
Delirium Fog

Four crows on the lawn,
appeared from nowhere.
Stepped through some
interior door, and brought
a delirium fog with them.

Across the street, a cat
the colour of curdled milk,
watches from the shadows.
It’s singing like a violin.
Paws wide. Legs ready.

The fog smells like peonies
and lime, and my heart gives
a flutter at the thought
of my mother.