It's Still Life

A Cadralor poem based on The Oracle’s word list

I.
it happened on one those
numberless roads. shadows
stretching long as an illness
reaching for cures.

II.
the sun was just setting.
a crimson gash on the horizon,
as if irate to give up its rightful
place in the sky.

III.
Mama had said: clean undies,
& keep yourself well-groomed,
in case you’re in a wreck and
laying comatose in a hospital.

IV.
the road coiled around ancient
birch, tall, shadows long, dazzled,
sabotaging sight with flash and
flash and flash, and then a deer.

V.
He swerves. A tyre bursts. The car
stops at an angle. He remembers
tasting the smell of salt. The radio
still playing music. And religion.

Written for Jane’s Random Word Generator “Oracle” – the list of words may be viewed on her site. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #cadralor @midjourney and @MJDougherty33