It's Still Life

Or So You Said

the ancients did as we do now.

love
with biting urgency, and
two fingers up at twilight’s face
before light dies
in a final lift, and
levels the uncurtained moon
on us.

this is how it is with us.
no love letters.
no emptying ones head
of tears.
no whispering names like an old wish.

just darkness through the branches,
slipping through the twigs like
fingers interlaced, locked
and mingling, as we do now.

or so you said.

Image at the top is mine created with AI. This is an Ekphrastic poem for K’s Petite Pen. Image “Night Shadows” by Italian artist, Massimiliano Ligabue. K’s prompt reads “30 words or less”. I’ve never been able to do that; I just rattle on and on and managed to stop at 77 words. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. The image below is clickable, leading to K’s poetry prompt.