It's Still Life

And There Was Light

I.
On a Limb

December’s grey,
an unchanging background
against spinning shapes
that cling to the wall –
reflections off CDs
tied to the neighbour’s cherry tree.

A magpie settles on a limb,
pecks at the disc,
this ghost of a winter leaf,
and waits for
something to happen.

   

II.
In A Moment

I am sipping coffee that’s gone cold
whilst writing this,
whilst watching a flight of geese
wedged between clouds and sunlight.

Do they hear their own song
as pleasing, as a lute, or
wooden as a creaky floor.

And then a blade of light descends.
Comes as if from nowhere.
It cuts the clouds, and cuts through
my doubts and rabble thoughts.

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© Misky 2021. Written for Miz Quickly’s 13 December Light prompt. Photo by John Towner on Unsplash